…a sanctuary for lost words, for unusual, odd, curious, peculiar, funny, bizarre, weird, uncanny, queer, unexpected, unfamiliar, abnormal, atypical, anomalous, different, out of the ordinary, out of the way, extraordinary, remarkable, puzzling, mystifying, mysterious, perplexing, baffling, unaccountable, inexplicable, incongruous, uncommon, untypical, irregular, singular, deviant, aberrant, freakish, surreal, suspicious, dubious, questionable, eerie and unnatural words, some presented as poetry, others as prose, and quite often melded into photographs, covering such diverse and distantly related themes as Paris, archaeology, music, street art and politics along with a generous helping of perplexing perspectives. I write poetry to be read aloud. Words are only half alive on paper; they are like skeletons. Sound breathes life into them. Makes them sing. While you’re here look for things. You’ll find them… (Oh, and I neglected to mention that unless otherwise credited, all photos are my own creations)...
Digitally enhanced image created in July 2018.
It’s almost unbelievable, isn’t it?
Unfortunately Karen, it is all too believable. When one looks at what kind of compassion-less, selfish, greedy, corrupt, power hungry, clueless assholes the Republican Party is composed of, one can believe that they are capable of just about every violation of normal decency and morality. These empty excuses for human beings have no conscience, no consciousness and no scruples. They are simply the filthiest of vermin, and normally one does everything possible to eradicate and exterminate this kind of vermin. Unfortunately these are not normal times…
“If she were my daughter I’d…” ~ Frank Zappa
“If Ivanka weren’t my daughter, perhaps I’d be dating her.” ~ President Pussy Grabber