Poems

A big black dog greets me at my door. And I see a beautiful blonde woman in the light. And a fingernail moon, and the birds going crazy. Man, the moon is beautiful. All that happens that is disagreeable is the ass’s fault. You are walking on asphalt. My ass. My fault. Photography is about …

Black dog on sunrise morning Read More »

No matter what I do, it keeps throwing life at me.  The Jerusalem beetle got stomped out, and then in my pocket was a young, green, live worm. I’m just another bug walking a path.  But sometimes I understand that I am the angel floating down it. She wants to talk about the happenings in …

Bank shots from 180 feet away Read More »