Lon Casler Bixby is a published author: Fiction, Poetry, Humor, & Comic Books. He's also an award-winning photographer whose work has been featured in magazines, art & coffee table books, & in Art Galleries throughout the world.
The tap of a stone at my window Wakes me Crawling out of bed Eyes Red Open the shades Evening dark fades To morning blue
twenty-five years ago when I was a kid you scared me to death I thought you were a witch dyed jet black hair pale white skin
RAVEN IN A DARK STORM SHADOW OF THE NIGHT RAVEN PERFORM THE SACRIFICIAL RITE RAVEN IN A BLACK FORM WINGS FULL OF FLIGHT
In the middle of the night I take long walks Down dark alleys Wearing nothing but black To match the shadows Passing through me
Why should he smile The boy He is poverty With broom in hand He feels no pain No anger And no fear of the unknown He dreams of places beyond the stars
I was on a photo expedition in Morrow Bay, California shooting the typical tourist-type photos that everyone who visits the area shoots.
ARMS LOCKED IN FRIENDSHIP RINGS OF CHILDREN DANCE ROUND IN CIRCLES ONE LOSES HIS BALANCE AND FALLS THE RING CLOSES IN TO MEND THE BREAK
I hold his hand and squeeze it tight Tell him everything’s gonna be alright I tuck him in bed, snug and tight Leave on the hallway light