Alan Catlin has just published his fourth book of the plague year, a non-linear, prose series of free associations, fragments of poems, songs, movie snippets and word crimes as Memories with Alien Buddha Press.
I think of all those contact sheets
in the dark room of her heart
all those souls on fire
The eyes
those facial expressions
the body languaging
revealing everything
repressed
everything previously trapped
inside
I think how
what the Native Americans said
about a photograph stealing your soul
is true
How it’s a silent killer
leaving nothing behind