On Thanksgiving Day we acknowledge our dependence.

Friends Thanksgiving Eve.





At this moment, I am thankful for:

poetry
good friends
time
harvey birdman
memories
orange juice
family
photographs
tchaikovsky
courage

What are you thankful for?

I can show you what you need to see.

There are fires to be suffered,
the blaze of cruelty, the smoulder
of inextinguishable longing, even
the gentle candleflame of peace
that burns too.

I suffer them. I survive.

Just because it is doesn't mean it has to be.

Through the eyes of my soon to be obsolete phone.



(click to enlarge).

I want to return to those first urges unconscious of their beginnings.