shadows

I take photos of shadows and steal light from the dusk of buildings that lean toward night and an alley shadows of plants that fall across sidewalks not shadows of people I have no right to their secrets contrasts stop me every time but the shades of grey keep me looking
charcoal pewter silver slate ashen the color absent from a flower revealing its structure I once heard someone say that shadows are signs of aging and that’s where I find the truth

Published in my collection, questions

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By sherisherman

An MFA writing graduate of Vermont College of Fine Arts, Sheri has worked as a copywriter and freelance journalist. Having lived in every region of the United States, she grew up in Virginia and now resides in San Diego and Vermont. Sheri graduated with a B.A. in English Literature from American University in Washington D.C.. Prior to beginning her MFA, she attended the summer Iowa Writer’s Workshop. Her poetry has been published in Cutthroat, A Journal of the Arts and Poetry Miscellany, U-T Chattanooga. A critical essay was published in The Asheville Poetry Review as well as a literary paper in the Ljubljana University Journal in Slovenia. Her micro fiction piece, “Hospital Stay,” was published in On the Run. Her first full length book, questions, will be coming out in 2025 by Finishing Line Press. Sheri’s landscape photography and poetry feature the natural world and her interest in how time and space are experienced within our landscapes, our senses, and the human consciousness.

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