Category Archives: Photo Collages


News: Happy Thanksgiving!

          My head was stuck in a box that bore the name of someone called Henry Brown. The box gave me awful headaches. My sight was dim, and I could not […]


Summer’s End

There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And [Summer is] away —   And thus, without a Wing Or service of a Keel […]


News: Family Band

Music is a door, An escape to a different world. . . . It starts off empty and colorless, and escalates to something more, your own world.   “Music” Cecilia Perner   My composite photo […]


News: Soulmates

      Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat. My shoulder is against yours.   Kabir Translated by Robert Bly       Soulmates, from my Both Sides Now series, […]


News: Both Sides Now

    The leading and oldest photographic establishment in this city is that of which Mr. F. D. Moon is the esteemed proprietor. . . . He is a thorough master of his profession . […]



          The world is not very big There is only room for our wonder . . .   “O My Love the Pretty Towns” Kenneth Patchen  



  As a queen sits down, knowing that a chair will be there, Or a general raises his hand and is given the field-glasses, Step off assuredly into the blank of your mind. Something will […]


Window Dressing

      Where is the serene length, it is there and a dark place is not a dark place, only a white and red are black, only a yellow and green are blue, a […]


Autumn Leaves

        No year is twice the same, or has occurred Before. . . . Not a leaf Repeats itself, we only repeat the word.   “Canaan” Muriel Spark  


Prayer of St. Teresa

        Let nothing disturb you, Let nothing frighten you . . . Whoever has God lacks nothing; God alone suffices.   St. Teresa of Avila  



      Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep . . . which come up from the washing; whereof every one bear[s] twins, and none is barren among them.   Song of Solomon […]



              . . . All through The countryside were old ideas Found lying open to the elements.   “After Greece” James Merrill    


Chromatic Fantasy

      [T]hey are not things, they’re not ideas: they’re shots of green and red and yellow and blue . . . a whirlwind of forms that still have yet to find their form […]



    “I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you Till China and Africa meet, And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street . . . ”   But all […]


New Year

          A year has come to us as though out of hiding It has arrived from an unknown distance From beyond the visions of the old . . . A stranger […]


Open House

          Although the wind blows terribly here, the moonlight also leaks between the roof planks of this ruined house.   “Although the Wind” Lady Izumi Shikibu