Peeling an Orange
The sun is never late–rises and sets as we expect, As if it’s on our schedule.
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Book and Bumper
What if the thief is nothing, But a vicious poetry dealer, Hucking his loot from the back of his van,
Echo Cardiogram
a casual horse would waken from a loose-lipped nap, and breath its satin breathe along the back of my neck.
Pallas Athene in Covid
Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.” ~Rumi
Covid-19 Thoughts, Edited by Pinot Grigio
The bear, just out of hibernation, walks across the empty six-lane highway and grabs a box of Fruit Loops...
Short Story- Landing/Launch
"You know sometimes, this game…it’s like it is so easy. Like I am being setup to win.”
Give Yourself a Break
Let your shoulders drop as your loneliness blooms into the deepest connection of all things;