the once great captain surveyed the remains of her crew. ruffians, all of them, but loyal. evening sunlight cast odd shadows as they worked to maintain the Galya’s course to the end of the world six months of frustration, the death of four crew members,…

Friendship 1/2 marathon poem #6 Feeling friendship Sensing love Needing cuddles Having fun Feeding feelings Laughing joy Wanting friendship Here today. (C) Scott Coe 2020

Waking up under red curls, hot breath and thrown, tiny bodies.   Little rag dolls.   The fur of dogs rising and falling over my pillows.   Joshua Tree Breakfast Bliss coffee.   Chocolate for breakfast.   Bob Dylan.   Mountains, rivers, farms or beaches….

The cockroach lying on the sidewalk in front of me is dying on his back, legs flailing he looks like he is doing a workout video ‘exercise yourself to good health’ Kafka wrote of men, cockroaches cockroaches never write they don’t even know from wrong…

I always see her; mind’s eye myopia shows an eternal smile never fouled by frown or dismay. She dances, lightly, through dreamscapes decades in their fermentation. Her long hair twirls behind her, cascading brown across shapely shoulders, wind-blown bangs framing youthful, pristine face. Memory does…