February 14, 2020

Just as She

Casablanca

Trying to forget her, just as she walks in
through the door. One of those nights
I had a drink and lost myself on a street
Where all of the buildings were white.



 

Lines by Reid Baron from The Music of the Aztecs 
and photo by Jan Claire

In the Beginning

Poet You constellate the myths, O royal oracle of archetypes. Photo and poem by Jan Claire

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