Wrinkles in the Mirror

November 14, 2016July 18, 2020

Written by Mike Yost (Photographer/Writer)

ripples-of-water

He loved
Only once
With kisses plentiful
Planted along lover’s cheek

He fell
Only once
With ripples abundant
Perishing along the shoreline

He cradled
Every hour
With moments infinite
Wrinkles rolling along this cold, mirrored surface

Photograph and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2016

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Before I was walking the streets of Denver with my camera, I sat inside my apartment (and a few bars) drafting a novel in grad school while studying existentialism.

It’s a narrative of a guy falling headfirst into an existential crisis, mostly drinking his way through self-hatred, the need for connection, and the weight of loneliness as the days are stacked on each other in piles like old photographs curling at the edges, soon to fade and slip silently into oblivion.

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