Extolling, and embodying, the virtues of creativity, and creative writing, to save the world. (Or, at least, myself.)
Sketch of photograph taken by the author at historical Laurel Hill Cemetery, Phila., PA The Family Lying stately, side by side.Lying stately, where we died.Lying stately, where we lied.Life awaited usAt our birth.Death took us, we were not the first.Grandpa left us for the graveWhen we were but so youngAnd unafraidOf the shadows that took … Continue reading Happy All Hallows’ Eve…
https://youtu.be/mQ8TXGzgXIo?feature=shared "Othering": You are the rose. You are less. Your thorns hurt ME. "Belonging": I am the Rose. My thorns protect me. Handle with care. Stop and smell me. It's in the air. Breathe. By any other name... "Any" other? Why not? Me. Hold me. Brother. By any... other name. Rose.
You're waiting? For what? For who? You're waiting! And, so, am I. So am I. Why? Because. What else is there? There is seeing in the waiting. There needs to be. * From "Institutional Eyes" (unpublished)
"On the Pier" Among other things, I enjoy producing sketches to accompany poems (mostly) that I write. One form of inspiration is to base the poem, as well as the sketch, off of a photograph I have taken. While I also enjoy pencil sketches without colorization, the intention is to add color to this one … Continue reading Work in progress…
The walk through the neighborhood was rounded. That is to say, there were cul-de-sacs, yes, but there was, also, fire light. Amber glow. It was October, or might have been. Or April, amidst the rains, even, but it was, definitely, the northeast. Bidenomics ruled the day. Or would. Always would. Always had. Amtrak Joe. … Continue reading “On Making the Rounds”
Observations from the Brink 