Cut out words

Today my friend Josh came out to my little beach town with a film canister filled with cut out words. He helped me glue and secure lots of little poems all around, created from the words. They are now sprinkled all through town, the post office, sea walls, church, library, graveyard etc. Here are just a couple of my favorites.

(sea wall)
The cry that
anchored
old hand-carved
reflections

(newspaper box)
She began
selling 
books
expressing
her experience
fading
golden sands
howling peak

(dock)
I thought
history
remained silent
A proper girl
eyeing the
discovered

(graveyard bench)
The chaos had failed
all these choices
alive
or dying
the other speak sleep
try to

(park)

any sensible

grown 

ship

flies

shifted out of pocket

 (church arch)

A small town

already

illuminated

questions

turbulent waves