Reflections on Teresa Saska's photography
by photographer and poet Arya F. Jenkins
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POETIC NOTES ON “A BUNCH OF LONESOME HEROES”

1. The perspectives
       shift...
   Sure – Each hand
   Each eye sees with
   Its own styles
   Remembers
   Captures
   Frees
   Evanescent as time
   The images
   Touch and
   Flee.

2. The camera finds her in a
   Corner
   Digging a grave of dust with
   A tiny toothbrush –
   A cat in one claw
   The child’s eyes gaze
   Fixedly at the
   Metal eye you are
   Holding before her
   And with which you
   Expect to
   Catch her at rest.

   Her heart is flying
   Her mind is
   Shaped like a wing
   Her feet aimed at
   This and that
   Her belly tingling –
   Her eyes stay
   Fixed.

3. Shake hands with...
   You are...
   And I race across
   This field of time
   Chasing a
   Bead of rain
   A needle of hay
   To be captured in
   This frame.

4. I see you.
   Do you know me?
   Do my colors
   Match your colors?
   My eyes,
   Your eyes?
   Do we dance alike,
   Or rather, in
   Dancing do we
   Unfold the same
   Visions?

   I see what you are
   There
   Boxed for a while
   Intemperate
   Squeamish
   Your soul laid out
   Like that.
                               Arya F. Jenkins 12/2004