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I stood half naked: I tippy-toed just over four-feet tall. I was mostly six years removed from the womb: The spectral of the candy colored skies...
Norman Foster: Hearst Tower: New York City My eyes torn: Ruptured celluloid sprockets play before my mind’s eyes like a repeating life in...
The perch: It is a place where the eyes capture worlds colliding and dreams shaping: The perch is where my memories live: I listen to the eyes: The...
“You’re asking me will my love grow I don’t know, I don’t know You stick around, now it may show I don’t know, I don’t know”. Something,...
The if in a day profoundly appears: If I could sing Marilyn Monroe days Lazy: The if in a day profoundly appears: If I could sing Bruno Mars The...
The Queen of the Night bloomed. It was akin to the queen bee mating naked amid a sanctuary of hives: So many dreams remain, if you wish: Godzilla...
We dance: I imagine a pitter-patter: The wolf or a pack come running: Their nails clickety-clickety atop the wooden floors of an empty corridor: We...
Illicit dreams beamed brightly: Port of Jackson sharks smiled gently: Some feared their smiles: A child imagined an auto’s bonnet, a glistening...
I find a human bone: I imagine a skeletal remain: My picture might begin: History stops time: My history makes the time I live in: Every picture is...
The entire planet is insignificant until we are not: The infinite worlds above we cannot count: We are small: All that resides above us is an...
I discovered the abyss from a perch above my precipice: I have been perpetually sucked through voids of non pixilated color chromed fine grained...
Kipling’s If is heard loudly: Moments become encouragements: I play endlessly with more: I cannot remember when I became a photographer: I...
The other day I heard one of my cats cry out: I turned every which way to see both my boys: They were gone: They had been missing in action for two...
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