The Many Faces of Tomoko Sawada

Tomoko Sawada (1977-) from Kobe is a photographer who lives and works in Japan. 

Lost One Night

Lost.  One night drifting. Tasting salt.  Your moist skin.

Lips.  Smell of coffee.  Milky chocolate your breath sweet.

Moist.  One lost night , drifting, your skin salty and soft

Warm.  Velvet caress in dark winters summer no more.

Soft.  One night lost.  Salt in blood drifting under your skin.

Breath.  Earth opens fragrant.   Moonlight shimmers on a still lake.

City.  Lights shine dancing through an open window caress. Cat like

Purring.  Beneath billowing curtains filling the night with your scent

Moonlight.  Rustling leaves of faraway dreams. Birth, death, rebirth.

Pure.   Aching thoughts in liquid existence. Ripples spread. Silence.

ÓDavid Raho

A Strange Awakening

 

The dull rhythmic drone of a distant helicopter was all that could be heard then silence.  He had a brief flashback to images of aliens drilling small holes in his teeth.  His breath rasping, aching, and too weak to do much more than open his eyes slightly. 

‘Damn that probe’ he thought willing his body into movement of any kind.