Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Monday, November 14, 2016

Dispatches From The Great Regression (11/9/2016)

Dispatches from the Great Regression

   I woke early on the morning of November 9, 2016, and just stared at the ceiling. I had fallen asleep trying to comprehend the surprise consequences of the months of ugliness I had been watching, hoping to find some humanity in the bleakness. Maybe the night before was just an incredible nightmare. No, all too real. The world had really changed.  I felt as if I was inside the third chapter of a Cormac McCarthy novel. "Is this the new dystopian reality?

365 11/14

With my voice
I am calling you

365 11/13

This Fire Hydrant.... 

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Wednesday, November 2, 2016