My son 'n me,
Side by side.
Growing free,
It's a wild ride.

My soul uplifts,
Nothing's better.
It's such a gift,
When we're together.


Two orange flowers. Santa Monica, CA

Click,
OM,
Then click,
ME
To see what,
I,
Think of,
Thee.

My new tattoo. Venice Beach, CA

In the confessional booth of life,
It's all meaningless chatter.
And whether we lie, or tell a truth...
To God, it does not matter.

Visitor's booth. Alcatraz, CA

Pyrotechnical sperm,
Released from,
An intergalactic worm.

Final destination:
The stellar egg,
Without hesitation.

Arrive without fuss?
Or fail due to,
Cosmic-interruptus?


Fireworks. Santa Rosa, CA
Photo by: Chris Eamer

Our sweet lives:
Like,
Fireworks,
In night skies.

Getting me high.
Wanting,
To ask the,
Question: Why?

Fireworks. Santa Rosa, CA
Photo by: Chris Eamer

Freedom:
What are we fighting for?
To be,
On the right side of the door?

The War:
What are we fighting for?
There is
No wrong side of the door?


Steel door. Alcatraz, CA
Happy July 4th!

Thoughts: Do they
Reside,
Inside, or out?

When I scream at,
Myself,
To whom do I shout?

That voice in my head,
Never,
Stops talking to me.

Will acknowledging it,
From me,
Really set me free?


Freedom eagle. Alcatraz, CA

Paying,
For crimes,
That,
Were done.

Life,
Where there,
Should,
Be none.

Flowers in wall. Alcatraz, CA

What is time?
Does it keep us in jail,
Or set us free?

What is free?
Does it differ between,
You and me?

What is me?
Is my reflection really,
The me that I see?

Reflection in wall clock. Alcatraz Prison, CA