A good, longtime, friend of mine sent this photo to me – taken from his cellphone. I am in love with it. I haven’t seen my friend in nearly a decade, he smartly left Illinois and has made a life for himself by greater beaches – I’d known him since we were both small, both naive, both hungering for a greater tomorrow and freedom. I think of him often, without heartbreak, as ours is an unspoken commitment of kinship.
This image is from the younger brother I never had. and it’s poem is building within me as we speak…
West Coast Image
Sunday and just a few things
To begin, I thought I would post a few links back to older posts that I liked or that I want you to like and read if you haven’t.
A recent post – one that I truly love and if you haven’t read it, please do. A note from K
why don’t they shoot more poets?
When life gives you lemons, shot up and eat your lemons
being shot is not an everyday thing, but it doesn’t surprise me.
stunned and lovely
that is all – I am sure that this is too much, but it is hard for us crazy people to control ourselves and I don’t come here for control.
To end, at Rabbit’s Creative Den there is a question regarding where we write and I thought it best to refer to an old post covering this topic but add a few more photographs to that – of the remainder of the room.
while in a diner some months ago
late or early
some people are indifferent
to the early morning hours
classifications.
but, we’re singing.
serenading the stars,
wooing the moon;
without sleep or
the song
of song birds.
only the chatter of
nocturnal
animals and
feet
shuffling along the
ground.
regardless of it being
early or late.