Photo & Poem Gallery

Dia De Los Muertos
Dia De Los Muertos
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Atlas

My shoulders broad, I can carry much.
Sticks and stones and dirt and such
Ideas that cross my mind.
Still I can carry more,
Your secrets, burdens, wishes for
The future, though the now unkind.

Sometimes the world weighs me down-

October's Last Sail
October's Last Sail
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The City

In the morning the city
Spreads its wings
Making a song
In stone that sings.

In the evening the city
Goes to bed
Hanging lights
Above its head.

9/11
9/11
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Saint Paul's Chapel

It stood. Not a window broken. Not a stone dislodged.
It stood when nothing else did.
It stood when terrorists brought September down.
It stood among myths. It stood among ruins.

To stand was its purpose, long lines prove that.

At The Met
At The Met
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Elbows Everywhere

Elbows everywhere! From Bronzino’s portrait (c. 1530) of “A Young Man with a Book” whose gesture came to be known as the Renaissance Elbow to visitors at the Met’s Medici show with their arms akimbo as they examine the painting.  

                                     

By Sam Moyer
By Sam Moyer
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Doors

An open door says, “Come in.”
A shut door says, “Who are you?”
Shadows and ghosts go through shut doors.
If   a door is shut and you want it shut,
     why open it?
If   a door is open and you want it open,
     why shut it?

Summer 2021
Summer 2021
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Blue Skies

Blue Skys

Blue skies smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies do I see
Blue days, all of them gone
Nothing but blue skies
Nothing but blue skies
Blue skies
From now on

Never saw the sun shining so bright