Emmy Horstkamp
- Look Right -
Streaming rain against the windows,
train faster than the storm.
by Emmy Horstkamp for 26/1/2024
Today the rain was racing with the train. The sound inside of the train was of the rain hitting the sides of the train. I wrote four poems about the rain and the morning commute. The photo used by Storey Tarris for this morning’s post is of the platform.
Full Moon Plan
Running under cover
Drizzles of a Thursday Morning
Cloudbursting sprint.
by Emmy Horstkamp 25/1/2024
I wrote the poem above while at work and after finishing the series about the moon. Someone pointed out all the umbrellas outside so I wrote a poem about the umbrella.
The original image is cropped to focus on the woman running in the rain. This image is not part of the commuter salaterre project but is copyrighted too Storey Tarris UK.
Today new winds without words
arriving on time.
Invaluable on rainy days.
by Emmy Horstkamp 24/1/2024
I wrote the poem above while working on a collaborative art project with Storey Tarris UK. For Salaterre, I write a poem based on artwork created by Storey Tarris UK on that day.
The artwork is time based. Each poem in the collaboration is written and documented on both the Salaterre website and in a book to be published by FoxRavenPress in 2025.
A frosted Platform -
Standing on the yellow line.
Boredom nowhere near.
by Emmy Horstkamp
My current phone has a digital journal called journal. I started to keep notes on January 3, 2024 and used my notes this morning for my morning poems.
This morning’s notes included:
Some of my notes made it into my morning poem series. Collaborating with an image by Storey Tarris UK of a train station platform focused the poems away from some of the words I wrote before focusing on the images.
I’m going through the poems from the last two weeks and found one or two words missing. When a word is missing, I’ve decided to use a word from my daily notes or one of the other poems so that the poem stays focused on that specific day and doesn’t become a new poem.
Unconcerned take care please.
Unfeeling winter coolness snaps.
Icy cold harsh sayings must be from someplace else.
Unmerciful, raw, within earshot.
Labels heard - personal - trailing.
poem by Emmy Horstkamp 17/1/2024
New Smell, New morning.
Forms situated as set.
Track trajectory.
Emmy Horstkamp - January 8, 2024 SE 7 - Poetry
Writer and Poet 