"Exhibit X," a collection of digital images selected from the past two years, is now available to view at: www. flickr. com/photos/mikecrocker Any thoughts, comments, or criticisms are welcomed.
I am deeply touched and honored by your exquisitely lovely sentiment for my improved well-being. Thank you.
May your day be rich with joy, sweet memories, and the glorious anticipation of all things wonderful. And may this day bring you the comfort and warmth of words spoken with deep love.
Keeping strange hours by this eclipsed lunar maze. Turning over on morning and raking through its creeping haze.
Bound to the ritual of waking up again and again to crash and burn... And we'll all take turns
pounding spikes of sunshine into bright, wide eyes Until our ravenous steps unwind into a tiny waltz of lies...
Until time and time again we clutch sickly inside to what we used to hide... Until we're full-on blind... Until nothing feels good and everything hurts And the tides of nerve endings have turned over on the fractured gaze of vacant days to find the method learned.
