Poetry

Poem: Tattoo Man

The man with a thousand tattoos

Shuffles up and down State Street

Clothed in a colorful body suit

A skeletal but striking canvas on display

He can’t sing or dance

Not even a circus performer

But he’s a moving work of fragmented art

A homeless collection of ink and poetry

The focal point of a tourist wielding a digital camera

A stick figure riding a bike under the full moon

Daddy-long-legs with full-body-tats in broad daylight.

Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

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