A Poem. Hound sinks And flutters, A golden dove Suspended in stratosphere. Down It plummets, A mighty destroyer, Seething like a fiery eruption of rage Drifting in desert winds. And in the silence, A Sun unfetters Like a flower blossoming Against the cruel indifference of night.
A Poem To drive, endlessly. Look at the sky. It’s so orange. Why is it so orange? To drive, endlessly. Into the fire, The hills that are boiling; The end that is nearing. To drive, endlessly. Like a lone coyote, slinking Through the desert As night winds howl. To drive, endlessly. North. As North asContinue reading “City of Angels”
A Short Photographic Series