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Dancing In The Dark

The Appassionata Poems

Selected Stories

A Zen monk and a Catholic priest were walking along a road. They came to a baby crying by the side of the road. The monk did nothing. The priest picked up the baby and held it in his arms. The baby stopped crying, and soon the mother came and took it from the priest.

City Boy

Seeing It This Way Helps

Better Than Being A Highway Frisbee

Fall From Grace

The Chicken

Stealing Souls

Thoughts On Photography

I never took quite the same kind of photograph again. From that moment on I regarded the taking of a photograph as a personal act, as personal as the writing of a poem — deep and perilous, intellectual and beautiful.

[I’ve lost the morning.]