
On the Outer Banks of North Carolina
I keep the cigar lit
long enough to feel dangerous.
The whiskey glows
like a small sunset
I can hold.
But when the glass is empty
and the scene is still there,
I know—
it was always theater.
— kenne

On the Outer Banks of North Carolina
I keep the cigar lit
long enough to feel dangerous.
The whiskey glows
like a small sunset
I can hold.
But when the glass is empty
and the scene is still there,
I know—
it was always theater.
— kenne
Posted February 21, 2026 by kenneturner in Black & White Photography, Capturing the Moment, Existential Moment, Information, Outer Banks, Photography, Poetry
Tagged with Cigar and Whiskey, Existential Moment, North Carolina, Outer Banks, Photography, Poetry, Theater