We devour rage
And it seeps into our bones
One tweet at a time
A meditation on modern culture. Am I off base? What do you think?
~Carl
poetry, prose, and photography

Ventured into town
Walking the streets I once knew
Many memories

Flowers in the night
Do they notice the street light?
A breeze from the west
Another meditation from an evening walk. These walks clear my mind of the day’s mania. Thus they’re very welcome to me.

Though the air has cooled
These flowers resist autumn
Sunlight’s grasp waning
I took this photo in Edmonds, a small town north of Seattle. I’ve lived most of my life in its orbit. My heart has a dear place for this place.

Walking this late morn
Past the flowers and produce
Summers end draws near

Yet another day
Where I’m walking on these streets
This suburban life

With water flowing
From the sky across the earth
Summer’s end is near

So much symmetry
Balancing shape and colors
Such summer glories


I’m walking at dusk
As the daylight is consumed
Ducks and geese collect