Tuesday with yet some more haiku…

I need to find out how to make pictures of my jailhouse art as well. Maybe by next week I can put up the visual stuff as well as my writings. Well, anyway, here are the haiku for today…

#1.
The narrow window
that lets in just enough light
to read your letter.

#8.
A shined steel mirror
throws a wavy reflection
on my waking face.

#9.
Walking to and from
one cold room to another
watched by cameras.

These were early works, obviously, before I started to write more about nature and what I knew to be outside of the walls of the jail in which I was housed.

Johnnyboy

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Johnnyboy is a queer recovering alcoholic. For the moment he is also the primary caregiver for his mother, who suffers from age-related cognitive impairment. She is happy as a lark and is surrounded by a crew of sober women which gives him the freedom he needs to get out of town. When he is not at home in Somewheresville, he is searching out the proper path to travel for happiness and joy. He is a photographer who believes in the digital age, but feels that film is still where its at. He has a darkroom and works in it. He is single and is in remarkably great physical condition for all the damage he has submitted his body to. His cardiologist is very happy. Johnnyboy is over the age of 35.