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Ground Spice

Taking time to be away the pressure of knowing or hearing or tasting the bitter bark, ground into medicineleaves megathering last years fortune cookie papersto smoke the airfree of civilization’sawkward crawl home.Note: I am taking time away from being online. Reaching out to see how my fellow WP’ers are handling the state of affairs.

I Spy: Bookshelves

Fading friends stand proud erect with broken spine on wooden ledges missing inventory taking count this civil story of war and peace in all man’s glory of whitened sheets of mass hiss moan and groan these prayers to burn in oaken coals brightly lit for all to see man’s misery and forged history.

A Face in the Crowd

Weekly Photo Challenge Another person doing his thankless job and keeping all safe on the slick Chicago streets. This post is for those who do their job, not knowing who is noticing their hard work, “Thank you!”

Going through the motions

When your heart lacks love for today a mere shadow, chasing the sun away close the curtains ban the songs people got in your way. I remember a time -certainly now, not to be high perhaps it was last night the outline of a face traced in the dust, aroused. You wait for your shipContinue reading “Going through the motions”

Wide-Open, Eyes Shut

Thursday Doors – Norm 2.0 Fear this wide open space -exists to construct walls add windows and doors to enjoy the view. If life isn’t fragments what is the big picture? tears witness death storms wash me to sea tides say goodbye, evidently.

Transformation

this weekend in Chicago is invigorating. it’s cold and light snow fell. ice crusts the shore. broken spaces release the energy. being with another person is confining. we rarely agree because i am slow, quiet and want to savor the feelings the sounds and sights produce. he is fast, loud and out of touch. annoyedContinue reading “Transformation”

Car Wash

Tuesday of Texture Photography is more than capturing time, it celebrates moments that otherwise might be forgotten. Rolling through the car wash is always a memory jogger… An image without so much a smile or frown keeps my imagination in a tizzy over a lack of direction to take. Until! and only until i relaxContinue reading “Car Wash”