Tuesday, March 10, 2015


As I write, there is a noisy, messy woman tearing agitatedly through her homeless bag.

I want to take her photograph ... I want to steal her bag and take time sifting through the contents:  How did she become this way?  Where did these belongings come from?  Why are they of enough sentiment to her (tethered to a better time?) ... so she wrestles and tears through them, agitatedly?

Hopeful still, she wakes each day ... maybe prays, finds some comfort, a warm cup of dignity ...

I steal her soul ... but it's not exploitation.

Photo(s) by Jglo - "Do Something"
"Do Something", ©Jeff Glovsky