Monthly Archives: March 2016

Ah! The evanescent destiny of mist, rising from the feeding streams, the chilly river. What choice has mist but to be mist, to filter sunrise into shimmering beams? None but to gift its widows mite, a crystal glimmering, to rainbow … Continue reading →

The acne faced carni kid, a rookie but a quick study, caught on fast to his new role. The old guy, a good teacher, but his knees and back ached when he squat to long in one spot. So, when … Continue reading →

The wondering skeptic, dying, stared at Death, whose eyes smiled, Death being in on the Great Joke. With a worried thought, the skeptic drifted into sleep. When he woke, soaked in the wet sand on that distant shore, the shock! … Continue reading →

I know that Irving has made me a shrew, but there was, truly, nothing else I could do. Oh! when we were young, back when we met, he was carefree and funny, do all on a bet. With a pint … Continue reading →

How fortunate for lovers the moon moves as she does. How futile to spoon by the dark side of the moon. Its amazing, exact revolution and rotation provides lovers with a guarantee of a silvery moon and a hand on … Continue reading →

The morning I was born, so they tell me, I nearly died. But birth made a murderer of me. I killed whatever it was tried to kill me. There have been many close calls, but I’ve been killing in self … Continue reading →

The fat,round, Red Robin relaxed, splashed around in my back yard bird bath with Reclining Buddha bathing in the middle. The Robin hoped on the Buddhas head, drying his wings, relaxing like a feathered twin, chubby, cool, content. The Flicker … Continue reading →

The future is not unknowable darkness. It is a question mark, curving back to now, to us, to me, to prayers prayed, decisions decided, moves made, on life’s inscrutable chess board. Then the curve of the question mark bends back … Continue reading →

Latino migrant workers mow the lanes between the trees, the blossoms are past, apples just beginning to appear. An early morning yellow school bus rolls down the orchard road, carrying the kids to another day. I drive the old route, … Continue reading →

A lawn of lions, yellow, with teeth, devouring what little grass is left. I like them. If my lawn wasn’t yellow, it would be scrub and brown dirt. The yellow will, eventually, morph to jagged green leaves. Let ’em. A … Continue reading →