Cemetery Blues

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must. Samuel Beckett, First Love

Photo credit: Benn Bell

The Continuing Saga of Sailor and Lula

Jersey Girl

I’m going to cross that River to the Jersey side.

Well I’ve lost my equilibrium and my car keys and my pride,
The tattoo parlor’s warm, and so I hustle there inside
And the grinding off the buzz-saw, “What you want that thing to say?”
I says, “Just don’t misspell her name, buddy, she’s the one that got away
Breathe in Peace
Tattoos while you wait
Universal Sign Language

All photos by the author