Sunday, January 25, 2009

The Loneliest Time of Day

I despise dusk . . . . when

the light has almost faded, and you lie alone on a loveseat beneath the last low glow of the sun, a blank television screen reflecting your shadow as you try to decide whether or not to turn on the lamp in the living room. 

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Bye for now


Precious Cargo. Jerome, Arizona. 2008.