molly walsh

Cyan

Cross the sidewalk between 26
And next week
I step on a crack
Shoot craps for a birthday wish
Wax drips drizzles
Hardens to linoleum tile
Exhale another year
Into tomorrow
A tom sawyer solo
Turned down to 1 on the stereo
4 am, time to walk the dog
Public access television may have
Taught me to spot Venus
40 degrees above the horizon
But not to recognize
A breeze just before dawn
July’s only invitation, on file
Punctuated, a cyan dial
An email, 63 words from salutation to salutation
But a scar grazes the surface layer
Like catching my sister reading
My seventh-grade journal

Saboteur

i kicked a tire. and my knee lamented. bruises and emails communicate in kind. squeeze a
blemish. blur the focus. apertures extend an august afterglow.

Ninety eight return lanes
A spread of 27 pages
Bold Italics Underline
And you are no exception

a double disappearing quilt block. a swipe of ruby woo. flying geese dripping with blue county
fair ribbon dreams. 1/200 at f/1.8. smile lines. crow’s feet, bleached in emulsion.

the kitchen faucet, a metronome. wax melts into buttercream roses. vanilla sponge crumbles.
scatters the kitchen table. the spoon curve. smears of a tinged petal. Sapphire sugar stains the
cupid’s bow.

no birthday wishes. but grace, remains a conversation.

laud the reading period. raise a white flag. she crossed the finish line.

a swallow a sallow exchange.

Molly Walsh is a graduate of The Evergreen State College in Olympia, Washington, where she studied visual and performing arts. Over the years, Molly has found herself wearing many hats as a photographer, writer and reporter for numerous publications around the South Sound region of Washington State and beyond. You can find more of her work at mollywphoto.com.