The Outfield   I stood in the outfield, an away game, the school in front of me, redbrick, imposing, no nonsense, like mine. More trees here, more shade, more birds, grass here and there. My schoolyard was concrete, hard on knees and spirit. Similar…

Hour One of 2021 Marathon In January 2021 I began the journey hundreds of miles trekking in pilgrimage to a virtual Santiago amid the small houses of my safe community where invisible threats came into the very air we breathed. An e-route with guideposts and…

Escape Between the mute mansions light and shade plays out letting an unknown prisoner escape in the alley and sore up to the sky Hour 1 @varenyas

It was a beginning of sorts Only I had no idea where I was going Or where the roads would lead. Uncharted lands, the tiny path That twist and turned upon itself Into the woods in the mist-ridden Hills where you once walked. I heard…

Better to focus on bad things– this record-breaking heat. Picture a baby-boomer under the hostile sky smashing his beloved scratched-up LPs. Or this clever ever-evolving virus whose one goal is our erasure. What’d we do to deserve this? Probably plenty, in our denseness. And the…

I hugged you to say goodbye eight thousand miles compressed between our beating hearts I love you, I said You said you loved me too tears already flowing I just want you to be happy, I whispered and felt your shoulders stiffen I kissed your…

goodbyes are only hellos dressed in the darkness of our own demise   if we were not wise we would address our goodbyes and send them packing   leaving us lacking the necessary skills for the great leap forward

Her smile No longer Lit up The room I don’t know if I no longer Saw it Or she hid it from me. Whatever made us happy No longer Made us happy together We began arguing Over the trivial No longer Making up with laughter…

Day begins with the blank slate all things are possible. morning ablations, meditations, stretch of the body the mind needs to settle, dogs need to walk, neighbor’s fat chickens proudly strutting and i have made myself a promise only I will know if I will…

I reverie you in a field of lillies, muted lavender hugs daffodils and daisy kisses You amble beside a log wood fresh with balm rose Ivory blesh glide past periwinkles and scarless stripes Floats in a meadow so everest it bewinds verneer millow stars gracefully…