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I Dreamed


I took a nap. 

I dreamed. 

Something good happened. 

I woke up. 

I wasn’t there.


© Copyright 2017 William S. Friday

Green Grass

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the green grass upon which

every dream of summer rests,

to wither,

lost for seasons,


then cold,


until awakening in the

nightmares of another spring.


© Copyright 2017 William S. Friday


The Gift of Universe Song


Give no love to the poet. 

This frail,

flaming human,

is not the gift of

universe song,

sent to rain life down on

all who thirst. 

Nor the giver,

that he might interpret. 


the object of the

world’s affection,

nothing more than a

splintered leaking bucket in

the rain-eternal. 

Well-placed in

time and space

to hold for a moment,

that which all

who thirst,



© Copyright 2017 William S. Friday

November Is No More

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November is no more.

The frenzy.  The confusion.  The push to the finish.

(and that’s just when you’re sleeping)

Every day a panic where there need be none, all because of a looming, self-imposed midnight deadline that causes content anxiety in the most honored of bloggers.  And gives all wannabe bloggers the only reason they need to disengage from all social media until after the New Year.

So before I go off into blogging witness protection for the next month, here’s a little recap of the November that was.

NaBloPoMo 2016.


Where most of my good ideas came from…



Where most of my bad ideas came from…



My most favorite post…

There Must Be Something More



Your most favorite post…





The reason I quit every year…



The reason I don’t…



Thank you to the Cheer Peppers, and thank you to their creator, Ra Avis…



And as much as it pains me to say this here and now…

I’ll see all of you here again, next year.


© Copyright 2016 William S. Friday

Night Sky


I walk in shadows now, most of the time.  I once marked my days in the hours between memories made.  Now I mark my days in the memories I am missing, in my isolation.

I am learning to appreciate the truth of sunshine again, after the lies of fluorescent light, in the place where the moon and stars used to hang, in the dark.  I miss the moon and stars.  I miss the dark.

I live in a cave now, thirty feet high, with the lights turned off, to remind me of what I thought I would not miss.  It is not the same.  But I tell myself that, when I look up at just the right angle, there is still a night sky above me.  And a moon and stars, made of iron.


© Copyright 2016 William S. Friday

Muth Labben

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Today is for counting my wasted yesterdays
Each one neatly lined up
row on dusty row

Every year the same

Today is for remembering your unborn tomorrows
And the time I sit
because walking is too slow

There is no blame

Today is for pretending to make sense of the past
From a life ended
with nothing to show

When I speak your name

Today is for thinking that memories last
But all they do is fade
until they go

Like every unfinished song to be sung
About the death of a son

Copyright © 2012 Bill Friday

Through a Cell Phone Darkly

This week’s wordless post comes with more actual words either of its two predecessors.

The title, “Through a Cell Phone Darkly”, comes from two sources.  A passage from the bible (1 Corinthians 13:12), and a story by author Philip K. Dick (“A Scanner Darkly”).  The main idea is that, as we wander through this world… this life… we are limited by the insufficiencies of our human condition to see things “as they really exist”.

These limitations can be understood, in a modern context, in the advent of cell phone photography.  The beauty of cell phone photography, and with it the artistic enhancements of platforms such as Instagram, is that… though hugely limited… these images show, in their limitations, a limitlessness of perspective and vision.  And as with any creative medium, the only limit to the artist’s vision is the artist himself.

So with that, here is this week’s 8 Megapixel Art, “Through a Cell Phone Darkly”.


“Alameda Street”


“5600 W. Century: REDUX


“When Life Becomes a Blur”




“Red Light Green Light”nano RED LIGHT GREEN LIGHT


© Copyright 2015 Bill Friday

LAX Confidential

lax confidential WIDE(Today’s post comes from a hashtag I’ve been using for as long as I’ve been on WordPress.  That tag is #LAXConfidential.  All of these pictures can be found on my Instagram page , along with others that carry that hashtag.)

“Don’t Go Into The Light”   

"Don't Go Into The Light" #CedarsSinai #LAXConfidential #NaBloPoMo #BillFridayWasHere #gurneys #heaven

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“San Diego-Graveyard Shift”

"San Diego – Graveyard Shift" #LAXConfidential #LAXtoSAN #BillFridayWasHere #SanDiego

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“Avenue of the Stars… Midnight”

"Avenue of the Stars… Midnight" #LAXConfidential #CenturyCity #AvenueOfTheStars #BillFridayWasHere

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"Underbelly" #LAXConfidential #GraveyardShift #BillFridayWasHere #work #nofilter

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“Sanitize Yo Hands”


© Copyright 2015 Bill Friday

To Recapture My Humanity

Clouds at LAX

Clouds at LAX


I sit, penned in, like a singular head of cattle.

Cement and wood and stucco form my enclosure, and the white of clouds foregrounding the blue of open sky, not yet awash with the pastels of another setting sun.

Until I hear, as if for the first time, the wind, in the sound of a lover’s wincing pleasure, between rough slats of painted pine behind my head.

It is here that I sit and sip my morning coffee, and try, for just this moment, to recapture my humanity.

And in these words, succeed.

© Copyright 2015 Bill Friday

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