Wednesday, March 19, 2008


Going increasingly underground, lost in his own hometown. You may see him but don't think it's him you see. Keeps walking until he finds himself again. Keeps walking. Keeps walking.


Blogger Fred Garber said...

Great! I know that i have sais it before but I really like this series of number poems.

3/19/2008 8:51 PM  
Blogger Dale said...


3/19/2008 9:09 PM  
Anonymous Becca said...

Marvellous words and images in this and past posts!

3/21/2008 2:54 PM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...

Something Beckettish about this one for me...and that is a good thing, of course!

3/21/2008 6:58 PM  
Blogger Mulinello said...

I am new to blogs. . .found yours by accident--very happy accident. These photos and poems are yours? Deeply heartening. . .Thank you.

3/22/2008 10:19 AM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

These sound like a start to some great song lyrics.

3/24/2008 4:32 PM  
Blogger marlyat2 said...

Dauntless mb (not psw),

Hope you are not frumious and uffish...

3/26/2008 6:28 AM  
Blogger firebird said...

I agree with Pat!
This reminds me of a lot of people I've seen lately...makes you want to follow to see what happens...

3/26/2008 9:42 PM  
Anonymous marja-leena said...

These number poems are very haunting, mysterious and thought-provoking. I keep coming back to them, and hoping for more.

3/27/2008 5:19 PM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

Very mysterious and intriguing. I can see this walker; at times, I have been him.

3/30/2008 2:28 PM  

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