The dawn breaks
The man wakes
He gets up from the dream
Inside the doorway
That has been his bed.
He retches… 128 more words
1 day, 10 hours
SueBee and Kat
unyielding stone beneath worn down bone
protective cape, a ragged drape
shoulders stooped and sagging
reflective eyes, wherein memory lies
of many tries, of failed ties… 74 more words
5 days, 15 hours
Have Pen Will Twiddle
Have you ever wanted to be invisible? To be in a crowd of people, yet be unseen? I’ve found the way…
When I sat down next to Brian the Beggar (see… 893 more words
I changed my WordPress Theme yesterday. Dark and brooding doesn’t seem to quite reflect who I am anymore. I don’t even own a pair of big clunky black boots right now. 1,020 more words
1 week, 5 days
Blue Jean Blue
discordant sounds in the big town
disaffected folks just bummin’ around
the thin lady stops to take a hard look
at the din, at the rush,and here is the hook… 171 more words
1 week, 6 days
When I cried out for people to notice the needy at their feet, and when they turned away, my first thought was hurt.
Not for me, but for Brian the Beggar. 469 more words
The Neophyte Photographer
Kindness and connection.
Temple Square. Salt Lake City, Utah. September 12, 2014.