May's poem, edited and revised a little

The Dystopian Phenomenon:

from a tale of lonely lions in their pride.

Why is the future so often portrayed as dystopian?

Coming down after years of riding the veils

Between the reality in the fractional dimensions of the mind.

You and I, whether we know it or not:

Still trapped within childhood’s spells.

Wrapped up in the distractions from matters at hand

To feel the cosmic breeze and weightlessness of pretense.

To come down from this among people who are now much

Older than you remembered; expected: brings one lone tear to your eye.

Creative Picture

Here's a creative picture of a great bartender.  More Negroni's over here dude!

Bill, of the Trapped Truth Poetry Group

Bill is a great impromptu poet who I met at a meeting of the local Trapped Truth Society last month.

wide format of Henry

My neighbor Henry is a great chef of vegetarian low fat low sodium cook.  My blood pressure has dropped since I started eating dinner with him many years ago.

Photo of Don and Tim plus narrative

Me and my brother Don.  Im in the blue tshirt.  Photo by my Swedish-American friend.  WE drove around and met with a Shreveport friend who was teaching English in Baton Rouge and now is moving to San Diego.  Later there was seared tuna and other seafood at a local Mike Anderson's and coffee at Starbucks right off the interstate.  I could tell my photographer friend was lost when the GPS system started giving instructions in Romanian; or was that Swedish?

Bayou landsacpes

Behind the trees, there is a giant cell phone tower,, but you don't really see it at this angle.

Several views from the "new building"