…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 of Jean Escoula’s sculpture La Douleur in the Musée d’Orsay taken in Paris in June 2019.
“Only with gun violence do we respond to repeated tragedies by saying that mourning is acceptable but discussing how to prevent more tragedies is not. But that’s unacceptable. As others have observed, talking about how to stop a mass shooting in the aftermath of a string of mass shootings isn’t ‘too soon.’ It’s much too late.” ~ Ezra Klein