Cam Salvatore
Bio
Hello, and welcome. I am new here, and will try to have a selection of work up shortly. I have poetry and excerpts from fiction that I am looking forward to sharing with you, along with my own photography to accompany it.
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Sunshowers
When your mother was young she loved the snow. Grasping at every perfect diamond white flurry, appalled at their disappearance in her palm. Later she showed me a perfect flake, resting on her hand, resisting her warmth long enough for her to brush it to the ground. “It’s saved.” she said. I’d seen her more satisfied but not often. That was around the time she left, and I always thought she believed I was akin to that little crystal of water and sky, discarded for the safety of anything else but her. I miss her terribly, but she made you and saved me, so there was nothing more I could possibly ask of her.
By Cam Salvatore3 years ago in Poets
Peace and Love Los Angeles
Angel of the west, oh, your searing heat and glorious winter light. I will miss you and your grocery store celebrity, your adamant swooning dream of ease. All the facsimile, the simulacra, echoes of real happiness and true happiness intermixed. Swaying palms and perfect dusk, the sun has set on you for now but the halo will always remain bright, just above the sea. Calling... calling... Call me when you get a public transit system.
By Cam Salvatore3 years ago in Poets
Radio USA
Radio USA. Gorgeous cliffs and peaceful bovine of no hope news California. All despair and sunshine, talk and talk with no answers except hope harder goes spitting and hissing into Nevada swingin' pop and silence, a torrential downfall of rain through the night.
By Cam Salvatore3 years ago in Poets
