
i’ll admit
it’s rather scary
when clouds in
life amass,
but storms are necessary–
and they always pass
–photo by me

i’ll admit
it’s rather scary
when clouds in
life amass,
but storms are necessary–
and they always pass
–photo by me

in soft morning light
the deer’s sleek summer coat looks
more like a t-shirt
–photo by me




–photos by me

if we truly look,
we can see ourselves in the
eyes of another,
and that, in turn, enables
us to see their point of view
–photo by me

back in the spring of the year
there were hundreds of pelicans here
and tourists would flock
to this gorge of gray rock
and everyone was of good cheer.
but now it’s the end of july
the river has almost run dry
and all that was here
is gone till next year–
summer camp’s over. goodbye.
–photo by me

I can’t believe I’ve stumbled upon an old, abandoned house out here in the woods. Surrounded by a sea of wildflowers and encroaching trees, it reminds me of a great ghost ship on the stormy main. The tentacles of a giant sea monster have wrapped around her, and are ever pulling her down. Some day, she’ll go under.
when old houses fall
their delicious mysteries
go under with them
–Photo by me

the tiny chameleon tree frog
blends into the forest motif
as a gray little bump on a log
or a green little lump on a leaf,
and nobody knows where he goes
whenever he’s not on the ground,
but equipped with his suction-cup toes,
he’s sure to be hanging around.
–photo by me

there once was a red-eyed old ghoul
who haunted a broken-down school
till the townsfolk all came
with their torches aflame–
now he lives in the woods as a rule

–photo/art by me

there once
was a self-righteous man
who built
himself a tall, open tower
from which
he would peer out over
his world
to search for his soul.
every day,
he would climb the stairs
and scour
the heavens for it;
sometimes,
he felt it was near.
in time,
it was too much for him,
and the
self-righteous man died.
in silence,
his soul flew from the roof
–photo by me




–photos by me