
He’s always there. Even when I don’t think that he is, and am free from his stare, I feel a coldness in the air. I sense him. Then, I can’t help but see him. I don’t want to, but, I can’t help not to, as he looks at me. Looks into me, through me. I…


For the fifth year anniversary of the September Eleventh attacks of 2001, Woodmen of the World, a fraternal insurance company, originated and headquartered in Omaha, Nebraska, produced a memorial tribute, which was the brainchild of the man above, Mike Wilson (who is a wonderful artist/painter), looking up at his creation, and that creation seen from down…