Matted hair covers my palms It’s not mine Not kinky like mine Not dark like mine I hadn’t realized how hard I was pulling When I took a blade to his throat I brush the hair from my hands As if that would wash away…

Oven Dreams brown wrinkled and crusty, row upon row, neatly placed in order. little potatoes to the back, the larger ones in the front two rows the oven is dark, no illumination. time has cooled the burning. I reach my hand to the far right…

I look out the kitchen window at the slanting light that gilds all the shrubs and trees in the yard. Tangerine clouds drift like schooners in the indigo sky. A sudden clamorous cawing of crows calls me to go outside where my like-minded neighbors  …

At the edge of the earth   At the edge of the earth at the end of the time and space continuum water stands still     and the leaves of trees hang unstirring.      Nothing breathes nothing moves. It must be something like grief            when the…

  Great prices Mondays before six–if the bartender hasn’t gone lunar, that is. Blue Moon Cocktail—$5. gin forward, Creme de Violette, smoky vermouth, no taste syrup, a twist of gunpowder– hints of lunar soil, goes down like a cup of cold moon brew—  

Wildflowers dormant Until spring rain wakes the seeds Superbloom Awe Walk

Washing the dishes I allow the water to run too long and think about the fertile crescent drying, saltwater remains. I think of China, flooding overflowing rafts of the desperate floating through the city. Where will they go? I think about Scientists, trying to reinvent…

Hour 6 Flat   Rose early from bed, feet on the nice, warm, spongy floor. Routinely crawled to the edge to report my findings, careful to avoid bubbles. “Dark. Sizzling. Remains extremely hot. Unacceptable for exploration.” Waved to my colleague on a nearby disc, shrugged….

Prompt 6 – Image   Photographer   Photography is a great hobby to have Hours will pass before you even know it Oh, especially In the golden hours Try to replicate what the naked eye sees Oh, take more than one shot of everything Grin…

Miracle, a word we speak, our hearts never included, our minds never believed, our tongue never relieved. Miracle, a question of faith, our reasoning never comprehends.