
silhouettes complement
the light, wispy skies
like jet black mascara
over pale blue eyes
–photo by me

silhouettes complement
the light, wispy skies
like jet black mascara
over pale blue eyes
–photo by me
i felt a rotting albatross
around my neck was hung
the barrel of my .38
was pungent on my tongue
a deadly glass of poison
was lifted to my lips
the suicide solution
was at my fingertips
but then i realized
in the pit of my despair
that suicide is pointless if
there’s no one who would care
and that’s when i decided
on a plan so cold and cruel
i grabbed my automatic
and i strolled into the school
and all the while thinking
that the world would surely heed
the pain that they’d inflicted
to make me do this deed
and when the blood-bath ended
it was time to end it all
and so i blew my brains out
on the high school classroom wall
and now just like the albatross
i’m rotting here in hell
and yet the world remains unchanged
as far as i can tell

we’re all born into
the one and only true faith–
just ask anyone
–photo by me

when winter temps decline,
the harbor freezes twice:
seemingly in time
and certainly in ice
–photo by me

the clouds are ablaze
and will soon turn to ashes
in the pale moonlight

–photos by me

When my son and I went down to the lake for some early-morning photography, we couldn’t believe our eyes: there, in the dawn’s early light, it appeared as though some great sea monsters had emerged from the deep in the night. All up and down the shoreline, these scaly leviathans were silhouetted against the saffron sky. It reminded me of a pod of beached whales.
The daylight revealed something almost as strange: the monsters had become huge piles of ice, which form (I later learned) when broken-up ice is driven by high winds to the shoreline; it’s a naturally occurring phenomenon called ice-stacking. So much for sea monsters.
in the dark, we can
only imagine monsters–
at dawn, we see them

–photos by me




–photos by me

With Christmas bearing down on us, I must confess that there’s a part of it I hate. Sure, the gift-giving and spiritual side of it is wonderful, but the hyped up in-your-face commercialism is worrisome. Are we teaching our children that happiness is about having “things”? Take it from a guy who knows a thing or two about having it all, Jim Carrey:
“I wish that everyone would find success,
become rich and famous, and acquire
everything they’ve ever wanted–
so they could finally realize that it
wasn’t what they were looking for.”
–AI generated image (had to try it)

it had snowed
once in november,
yet all that
snow would go,
and now here in december–
our second first snow!

–photos by me

the great mystery
of the cosmos was revealed
to me in a dream–
it’s gone now, but i recall
that i couldn’t stop laughing
–photo by me