
Remembering Ike
The faded bar lights reflected my mood.
the dance of the sun gods
The sun came up again with no regrets. So, I was left with only my own to contemplate. As loneliness sets in, I become by own best friend. Tomorrow, I will try again this time not just for pretend.
Dreams of a tire swing I never had.
Silhouette of the gods fills my lens, fills the sky as well as my midnight dreams. It’s been a long time since I cast my silhouette on a church house door.
Reflections of, “that time of year.”
Times Square hunt for lost souls makes me run and hide.