Rise up. Into this life journal. To iron on out each wrinkles on sheets. Higher up we’ll go until we reach our morning star stormy or not Pink runs of lights to shine Catching our own morning star. Waken on up. To see the sunlight…

What is Man! What is man! Here today, and a tale tomorrow Man, a speck in the sands of time An almost insignificant waveform in eternity Man –if we have any virtue It is by the grace of God And, by that grace, man must…

Steamy black feels cool unfussy minimalist Mmmm… maybe no. Maybe I just feel like a cool unfussy minimalist ordering it sitting next to it sipping silently into it Mmmm… yes. Definitely yes. Cool Frank Sinatra cool Something shifts in your world when you move to…

I’m the proud pet parent of a Yorkie named Dooley, Who alternately irritates and then pleases me truly! Sometime he’s a yapping, carpet soiling pest. But as a watch dog and a true friend, he’s the best. He’s both a beauty and more than slightly…

Mitch Brown  Hr 2 Coffee and change Coffee is a simple drink, it’s bitter and hot and dark It helps in waking up my brain, makes the day less stark It’s brewed from beans And while this seems To be a simple function The changes…

That was the time of day, When coffee aroma brew it’s way… Out to get mixed from shelf, For the one who liked coffee as self… But confused was the moment, For was the coffee or she worth the comment… Brewed a normal one with…

Text Prompt: Use one of the following titles as a jumping off point: The Joy of Unseen Things The Dog Island Long Run at Dawn Coffee & Change     Long Run at Dawn During long runs at dawn, I stop running from what hurts…

Tripping Along to the Museum (Hour 2 2021 Half Marathon) We walked along the metal pier To the museum That looked like a crashed space ship The sky was caramel A perfect day for fishing At sunrise This pier had a metal fence topped with…

The shock on his tiny little face As a deathly hideous ghoul was put forward As his mother will never leave. I rage now again that the mirror wasn’t brought, the make up wasn’t bought and no one thought to think while my mind was…

the joy of unseen things   our ancestors dreamed us here, according to my teachers, who know such things beyond the reach of grasping fingers around the throats of loneliness, separation, or despair.   the imperceptible changes in breath, reveal, moment by moment, so many…