July 25, Setting


By Ashish Seth

Photography Poetry Writing

June 25, Someone’s Listening In


A detail of Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks

Horns bust out the speakers
Someone croons out his misery
Some come here for company
Others chase foolish dreams
Are a pen and a pad all you need?
Maybe that’s why you came here hungry
Old bread and condiments
Coffee stains on white plates
Sugar shakers and ketchup bottles
A cup of coffee at this hour
Brings out my inner night owl
I see people as they are
At night they take their masks off
Let their secrets breathe out
But the sharks still watch

Their love leaves holes
Like an attic filled with old clothes
A basket filled with lonely notes
A spleen punctured with shotgun holes
My pen moves faster than their men in trench coats
Who keep their eyes on patrol
Confiscating ideas writ on post-it notes
Into metal empty drawers

I always have the last word
I never the last laugh
I always want people to hear me talk
But I never let them know what it’s all about
I always have something to say
But never do I have a moment to say it

Maybe it’s the way she smiles
Makes the ribs pinch the walls of my stomach
It’s so loud when it gets all quiet
You’re always reading yesterday’s news
Maybe she’ll come around
Don’t presume to know what you don’t
Don’t be modest
It’s dishonest
We all know what you really are
She is the steam that rises from a coffee cup
The caffeine taken black pooling in my stomach
A cup of her at this late hour
Brings out my night owl

I’m waiting on a train
Last one came an hour late
I’m just a pen and a pad of ideas
The last one came a two hours late

By Ashish Seth

Photography Quotes Writing

May 28, Golden Cat (Oil)


My mother hung a bird feeder under a tree at the front of my house and inadvertently created a destructive ecosystem. This cat sits on my neighbor’s front steps watching the tree. On that tree hangs the bird feeder. Since the bird feeder’s inception, bird nests started to appear on the top branches of the tree. In those nests are chicks and eggs. The cat appeared shortly after. In the mornings she comes, her mouth salivating as she watches those nests. And as I come out to leave for work, I notice my Honda Accord’s windows drool with caramel creamy bird shit. I look at that cat sitting there. It looks at me and I know we have an agreement. Kill those motherfuckers!

By Ashish Seth

Life is short. Eat dessert first.

Photography Quotes Writing

April 24, Moral Event Horizon

A detail of The Picture of Dorian Gray by Ivan Albright, found at the Art Institute of Chicago. A Moral Event Horizon is a line that a person or character crosses that makes them irredeemably evil.

If all good things come in threes, then why is there only a DUALITY of man?

By Ashish Seth