…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 from an original photo taken in Virginia in November 2003.
Well, I did not expect that dark ending. 😯 Nothing worse than the feeling that you have found a safe place only to be betrayed. ☹️
Yes, it happens from time to time in life, those you trust turn out not to be worthy of that trust. We find a supposedly safe place only to realize that we were safer without it. Betrayal, one of the sadder qualities of being human…
One of the advantages of being a cynic, I suppose. Trust doesn’t happen unless earned and verified. Which still isn’t enough to keep from getting hurt at times, but keeping a little bit of guard up protects the heart. Always assume “half naked” means they could be hiding something. 😉
“Always assume “half naked” means they could be hiding something.” They always are…🙃
Okay, I meant something besides the obvious. 😉 But you know that.
Yes…and in my life nothing and everything is obvious…paradox…
“There is no deceit in death. It delivers precisely what it has promised. Betrayal, though…betrayal is the willful slaughter of hope.” ~ Steven Deitz