Snapshot isn’t even a term anymore we don’t even take photographs everything is generic, staged ‘shot’ truth be told we don’t even use cameras But at the bottom of an ancient shoebox there is a snapshot of you, sitting on the front step of my…

Hour Seven: Shrunken Head It had belonged to a man, a warrior in the Andes who met his end among the headhunter tribes who lived there then. They sewed his eyes shut, closed his mouth with wooden splints, soaked his head in an herbal concoction…

Lagos traffic at close of business does a thing or two to you then it leaves you grumpy and tired Your body feels heavy but at the same time, you can’t feel a thing You stare at your reflection in the mirror as you strip…

Northwest Landscapes River waters flood blueberry fields Trees now grow in the expanding lake Habitats shrink with each new thunderstorm Lean black mama bear straddles a creaky wooden fence Leaning out, she pulls at tree branches Apples thud down to her three babies A family…

Give me time and quiet to read a hardback book out under an oak tree not on some pavement. Give me time and quiet and a hardback book under an oak tree. Let me carry a satchel with extra volumes (just in case) to that…

Lookout Ryan wants to detour to Septimus Hill Where there’s a lookout overlooking Half the plains to the sea Been arguing about it for hours He wants to get a lie of the land Like he imagines himself a kind of General His words: foolish,…

Twenty one 16×20’s nailed to posts. Below each, piles of flowers three feet, four feet high, stuffed toys, teddy bears, notes, signs, posters, prayer candles. In the neighborhood streets around, children of all ages chalking pictures and notes to their lost friends… It is all…

After reflecting on a day of pain, I seek to find my self again. Calm waters soothe my weary mind and carry me away. I drift away in timeless peace I close my eyes and breathe release. I carry home a hope within. I’m feeling…

Not counting days Losing the sense of time Being in your arms is what I cherish With each passing day You are there by my side Our magic working wonders When we lay together Under the lap of nature The twinkle in your eye Infinitely…

Here is where I can sit for hours, here in this place, on this bench, where I watch the Ohio River glide by. Sometimes when I am especially quiet I see families of white-tailed deer stepping delicately into the river for a morning drink. Sometimes…