An army of fears
Hope mashed with trepidation
Not knowing who to trust
Or believe.

Can we?
Is it all still ours to share?
Wondering if the clouds that bring worry
Are here to stay.  For how long?

then Brotherhood
A phrase worn down with misuse
The concept rendered foreign
Now that foreign lives on so hard.

Gather it back
The words we forgot
The door we close behind us
Hurriedly locked.

Who decides our legacy?
Time will wait
For only so long
We can’t.


Daughter’s Featured Fotos wrap up The Year That Was


digitized street art



drink responsibly



best subway band Moon Hooch



party over


Wishing you a personal best for 2011