Last night I stepped into a carnival. Quite literally. We were coming in from downtown and as we emerged from the LA underground at the Santa Monica/Vermont metro station we found ourselves surrounded by neon lights and funnel cake, bumper cars and clowns. The damn clowns. Anyone who knows me well knows that I’ve developed …
Stuck
Stuck on this road Must be some detour Future cannot be sowed Some oft beaten path, some other avenue to explore Think I'll wait in the calm and hide from the storm -- No need to hide anymore The war is over I heard the cry from the horseback messenger Not long ago Struck me …
