I’ve just added another poem to the ScribblerWorks website — it can be found RIGHT HERE.
I wrote the poem one evening after I’d made the 40 minute drive on surface streets from Culver City to my apartment in Hollywood. It was an unusually foggy night for Los Angeles, where a blanket lay over the whole basin. It struck me as eerie and odd, and so I wrote a poem when I got home.
When it came to finding an image for the background for the poem, I discovered that not many photographers (at least those who offer their work for free use on the internet) take pictures of urban night fog. Lots of images of trees sillhouetted in fog, or fog rolling over landscapes in the distance, but not many at all of city streets cloaked in a night fog. So, alas, the image selected is not Los Angeles. I don’t actually know where it is. But it had the right “feel” for the poem.
I hope you enjoy it.
