Now that the red mist has softened to a dew-scented kiss Formed from the droplets of the same passion-condensed liquid, Was there any other point to the carefully crafted conflict? Fair and square the winner took the right to evict Play, laughter and tenderness –…

‘And then it was time to start uphill toward another morning and another home.’ I have never walked uphill toward morning morning, to me is always on the downhill the easy coast homeward after taking full advantage of the solace of nighttime Heading for home,…

Your love is inconstant and I’m uncertain if I care. Your moods roll like the Pacific and I am just a shell. I have washed up on your shore like a man once lost at sea. My soul cries out for yours. Won’t you set…

Last sentence from: “Very good, Jeeves!” P.G. Wodehouse. A free flow Saturday in strange times Brown stains left by coffee cups On the white window sill Dialogs with oneself Dialogs with the world Dialogs with the people Ruling one’s head I ponder thoughts and philosophies…