Ajanta Judd Photography & Writing

I am only satisfied when it burns cold When the brittle edge of the chill Kisses heat’s searing mouth To the west, to the east, the north an

From a 2020, 24 hour Poetry Marathon. I wrote one poem each hour for 24 hours straight. Theme: 'Even when you are lost, the land knows you'.

Scrunching through coarse sand on a morning dense with fog, there is no separation between ocean and sky. Thick dank air mixes with salt...