My mind is weary
I find it hard to focus
Nighttime is calling

poetry, prose, and photography
Looking at how we’re evolving culturally, and how humanity engages with itself, for good and for ill.
My mind is weary
I find it hard to focus
Nighttime is calling

Fears can speak loudly
We must learn to not let them
Paralyze our will

Nighttime had fallen
The beauty in the darkness
Lights shining brightly
I wish each of you a peaceful and restful night. My the bright spots shining in the night inspire you, and warm your hearts.


The colors of dusk
A crescent moon ascending
Autumnal air brisk

Love this autumn day
Which has crested into night
Now rest, finally
We love to quarrel
Satisfied with petty spite
Yet the sun will rise