…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)...
“It was the summer of ’72, the summer I graduated from college and discovered the music of Matching Mole, Keith Jarrett, Nick Drake and of Jimmie Spheeris, who later became a good personal friend. I was twenty-two. It was a time spent dreaming, tossing cares and concerns about the future lightly aside. And when she’d walk across the porch, slip in through the door, climb the stairs and embrace me, oh what a summer it was…” ~ nightpoet