Some wonder who I am.
I am love. I am chained. I am free.
It is said that home is where the heart is. My heart has been shattered and is in pieces around the world. So there is my home: around the world.
Most photo images accompanied by poetry are my own. Herein you have my writing journal. I claim no poetic skills. Poetry for me is just a form of self expression. I do profess to be a good story teller. This is only because I have some good stories to tell. Part journal, part assignment, the story files date from 2001. |
