The coffee at the canteen’s no damn good, you know I think the supplier slipped the kitchen super a bag of cement mixed with topsoil— you’d think they’d have figured it out when the shelf collapsed under the weight of the sack But no, they…

There is a little flightless bird that lives in my paper. He has many friends and gets into many capers. He has a perpetual tuxedo complete with bow tie And he takes me back to a time when all was right. His laughter and tears…

I see that my face confuses you I have politely said ‘no’ to all your insistent, ignorant guesses Yet you press me further I am not from whichever exotic land you think I am from I will not change my answer to make you comfortable…

Daylight is dying and fading. As the birds hath stop singing. An old sun begins its descent. Not a thing I have done do I resent. Sitting out in the beauty of the day. Writing words of things I should say. Conversation with a lover or…

Look to the lines Not just the brow: Around the nose Beside the mouth Beneath the eyes Even the chin Observe the chin Weak or strong lines? And keep your eyes On the eyebrow The second mouth Speaks what it knows Ignore the nose For shape,…

Somedays, the mundane bears down heavy Memories scented with magnificent pine trees and tall strong redwoods lure me away Promises of cooler temperatures and cleaner air A pure crystal lake inspired picnic Perfection in the getaway.