By J.S. O’Keefe dread pulsates through the evening market under dying neon lights strange men armor shimmering prowl throughtheir eyes are hidden behind mirrored visorstheir movements seem smooth almost clinical I want to study their facesare they chiseled cold sullen do they have their own hopes secrets sorrows suddenly I can see one of them … Continue reading Evening Market
Echoes
By J.S. O’Keefe old gray building a mile down the valley we’d hear dissonance of false notes floating upevery day sometimes into the night slow deep moaning was as we surmisedthe inmates yearning for freedom outside the stubborn thick walls of for the beloved onesor a little time to amble around in the prison yard … Continue reading Echoes
Academy of the Heart And Mind 