CITY BLUES

I miss my city. The huge man made marvels that make up the landscape. The insomnia that can never be cured. The cracks, the crevices, the slums and the heights. The underground stream where people unite. For one goal, to individually get where they must go. I miss the option of stairs or elevator. And […]

Through Your Lens – In memory of Craig Elliott Jr. 1960-2011

In the still early morning of yet another night bereft of sleep I see myself as you looked at me through your lens That individual moment you captured I was unaware My minds memory recalled the smooth grained sand cooled by the gently bubbling minuscule waves that my aching toes and heels delighted in The […]