With your eyes of steely gray
I swaddle you in penguin sleeping sack
You came and stole my heart away.
Your smile breaks as bright as day
While you hold me fast with hard eye contact
With your eyes of steely gray.
As we cuddle in my arms you lay
Oxytocin floods my cardiac
You came and stole my heart away.
I fell in love the moment I saw your face
We see in parenthood a looking back
With your eyes of steely gray.
You give me life with every rebel bay
When future seems both bleak and black
You came and stole my heart away.
My son, you’ve shown where home is at
As your grasp begs arms to stay
With your eyes of steely gray
You came and stole my heart away.
Johnny Butoric is a poet in Jacksonville, AL, and has a forthcoming collection of original poetry coming soon! Keep an eye on North Meridian Review for details: https://thenorthmeridianreview.org/north-meridian-books
My wife didn’t get the appeal of birds
She asked me, “Sell me on birds.”
We visited the ethereal beauty of St. Mark’s
Nature Refuge south of Tallahassee
Listening to the sonorous hum of that
Strange place soundtracked with
XM Radio Spa music while perching
Eagles watched us from storm-stripped
Trees dangling up in the swamp
On past the fire tower
The lighthouse gazes blindly
Towards the open Gulf
“Closed to the public”
We look up and see the sprawling
Osprey nest lipping over the great
Metal iris and one of the mating
Pair present and staring
From the rim of that highest point
Looking down at me
I look back
Ten minutes pass as we
Monster raptor and me
Bob and weave towards each other
In curiosity
Surrounded by the laughing calls
Of grackles thermal surfing on the wind
In the scraping tempo of swaying palms
Traipsing across the low-tide silt
Watching bubbles burst from crustacean periscope
Apertures appearing all along the beach
Seen too by the gliding flush swoops
Sand pipers floating in and out with the tide
Lunar hunters
Light shades in the passing glide
Sandhill cranes passing overhead
Something prehistoric wakes
Blazing blue streaks to a picnic table
Stellar’s jay far from home carrying
On its wing the fading snow
Bleeding spring a redwing falls on fallen fry
Only to be surmounted by
Bully gulls drifted in from the nearest
Walmart parking lot, somehow out of place,
But none of these appeased her moratorium
As much as endless euro tweaking eggs and cubes
Shifting over cardboard linen finished cards
Liz Hargrave’s Wingspan did her in
Not to mention a careful curation of parakeets tip tap dancing on the screen
Of her Instagram feed—
And I must admit,
When the birdsong rattles from late night
Lack of sleep in feeding a hungry babe
Despite the shrill insanity of morning
Calls and early worming din,
It’s the tippy-taps
That bring me back again.
"The reason I make photographs is a simple one. I believe that social documentary photography can be a force for positive change in the world. I feel that social documentary photographs can help people in need."
Gerry Yaum is a Canadian social documentary photographer. “The People Who Live Under the Freeway” is a project that focuses on the lives of a group of Thai people who live under an active freeway in Bangkok’s notorious Klong Toey Slum.
Inspired by the great social documentary photographers W. Eugene Smith, Lewis Hine, and Sebastiao Salgado,
Gerry Yaum is more interested in telling the stories of his subjects than promoting himself. From Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, Yaum is a self-taught photographer who began his journey with a camera at 14. He worked in security for 30 years, giving him the freedom and time to make photographs.
For Yaum, nothing much else matters.
When asked about himself, he is quick to ask for the focus to be on the joy he finds in the process of photography, of creating, and in exploring the stories of his subjects: “I am inconsequential,” he muses: “the photographs and the people in them are all that matters to me.”
To explore more of Gerry Yaum’s photography, learn more about the people and lives he documents, visit the links below, or click the photo to the left or below.
www.gerryyaum.blogspot.com (photography blog)
http://ambrotoskanata.blogspot.com (wet plate collodion blog)
www.gerryyaum.net. (photography webpage)
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From Focal Collective Share Your Story
"The more I searched, the more people I found, the more stories that needed to be told. The People Who Lived Under the Freeway is an ongoing project. My friends who live under the freeway are the poorest of the poor of the slum. They are forgotten, kind, good-hearted, friendly people. Their stories need to be preserved, and I am hopeful the photographs will help them. "
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Khun Dao and Khun Prem, walking the street at midnight to go buy some drinks lighter, THE PEOPLE WHO LIVE UNDER THE FREEWAY, Khlong Toei Slum, Bangkok, Thailand 2025jpg
The University of New Brunswick double exhibition of THE FAMILIES OF THE DUMP and THE PEOPLE WHO LIVE UNDER THE FREEWAY. October 28-December 15, 2022. Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada.
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