…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)...
“The body is not important. It is made of dust; it is made of ashes. It is food for the worms. The winds and the waters dissolve it and scatter it to the four corners of the earth. In the end, what we care most for only lasts a brief lifetime, and then there is eternity. Time forever. Millions of worlds are born, evolve, and pass away into nebulous, unmeasured skies; and there is still eternity. Time always. The body becomes dust and trees and exploding fire, it becomes gaseous and disappears, and still there is eternity. Silent, unopposed, brooding, forever.” ~ Rudolfo Anaya