photography | carl johnson
the tant mieux project, ed. sadi ranson-polizzotti
ImogenCunninghamTheUnmadeBed.jpgmidwinter is always somewhat bleak and while some of the work here is bound to be reflective of that, we hope to find the heart of the season as well. Remember that this is the part of the year that leads to Spring and the budding of the trees and rising of the sap and all things new when we all emerge from our heavy winter clothes and women, at last, can show off their shapes in billowing Spring dresses and men can walk about, heads turning, just as we, likewise, turn to catch and hold your eye. So with Winter there is hope, hope that soon, Spring will come and everything comes to bloom - all will come soon to fruition... what could be better than that?  

sadi ranson-polizzotti

Wednesday
Jan302008

a hard rain

The soft rain streaks the windshield.
Makes of it a lens through which the world is a vivid, unclear watercolor.
Today the further shore is further.

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Tuesday
Feb282006

after absolution

I tell myself it’s not a sin. You say no. Non.

Never emphasis on word, sealed with a kiss.

How serious then are we, church returned, absolved.

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Monday
Feb062006

afterward

Nothing changed.

I hardly expected,

though part of me

wished. Sentimental

to the death, and I do

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Friday
Jan142005

all that you are

You are old enough to feel it. You are old enough to fear it. You are far away from home. You are too old to yearn, yet you do. You are too wise for heartache, yet you ache. You are too hardened to heartbreak, yet you break.

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Monday
Jan172005

because she was spice

A woman young and olive-skinned pours milk over her thighs. You are transfixed. Caught in the raw moment of desire. A fire I did not light. This fascination, you say, I’ve acquired, no doubt it comes from you. Your own red-faced transgression.

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Tuesday
Feb072006

Bechet & Saalah

Bechet tempts, takes what

was mine, was ours. Friday’s

demon, ogre, dark. You move

to the wood, Saalah, dragging

his prey. The day is yours.

Intended for lovers true.

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Wednesday
Jan302008

black dream

Me now in my blacks pouding the avenue with my ballet-slippered feet.
They lead me nowhere through the deluge –
-    A widow lost in the city; an out of place orphan on the page.
One swipe of the red-pencil and I am erased.

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Monday
Feb202006

black forest clock

It was a raw winter. My, your heart bloody and bruised,

we had done the same to others; leaving them to deal with the crisis of

betrayal, the awfulness of hurt, of a seeping wound that would not heal.

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Thursday
Jan202005

change of taste

A woman, young and olive skinned, pours milk over her thighs and you are transfixed. Caught in the moment of raw desire like Bunuel. A fire i did not light. This fascination you say i won't

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Wednesday
Mar012006

Communiqué

I am raw Clipped to the bone. An animal declawed, defenseless.

You leave me here like this, knowing I can take it.

You tell yourself this - it makes the going away easier.

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Sunday
Feb262006

confession, lent

I have confessed, impatient penitent.

I waited for the curtain to draw back.

For the litany to begin.

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Tuesday
Jan092007

confidence in the New Year (& other bullshit)

Even in the New Year, you usher in the old.

The what I so did not want to expect.

Yet here I am; there it is,

and all around the hoarfrost ground crackles, pisses –

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Friday
Feb032006

day's end

Days stretch out before me, an endless horizon.

I know that strictly this is impossible.

that one day, like everyone, I will die.
I live, wait for the seizure charges, a mare, nostrils flaring.

Why my own grim reaper has come to take me home!

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Saturday
Feb042006

girl, new york city

All blatant and beautiful, she walks city streets

Speaks only sotto voce, mezzo forte, awakened

By her mother who says, You are Gods favorite.

His special chosen one. Year she will believe this,

Even then after Dad’s disappearance; twelve-years-old

And never once did she cry, the affair at last over. The

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