Hoh Rain Forest in early December. This photo is not edited in any way.

Reading Bukowski is in some small way is like reading Nietzsche for me. I love it, but you really have to limit your intake.

for the broken egg on the floor
for the 5th of july
for the fish in the tank
for the odd man in room 9
for the cat on the fence

for yourself

not for the fame
not for the money

you've got to keep chopping

as you get older the glamour recedes

it's easier when you're young

anybody can rise to the
heights now and then

the buzz word is

anything that keeps it

this life dancing in front of
Mrs. Death