The average person spends two weeks over their lifetime waiting for the traffic light to change.
Well, it's either kiss me or kill me, that's how I see it.
If I exorcise my devils, all my angels may go, too.
If you get far enough away you'll be on your way back home.
Photos are profound because they have such short lives. They are more like fingerprints, dead leaves, rain puddles, or the corpses of flies.
I don't like the stigma that comes with being called a poet . . . So I call what I'm doing an improvisational adventure or an inebriational travelogue.