when a plant is happy there’s a bright green face that looks up at the sun Me? I smile at that sun too but more often in the direction...

Thanksgiving again the time for bloated bellies to test their flexibility family and friends to gather and serve up gratitude for another...

that sliver of untrimmed trees and bloated bushes splitting the Johnson and Mistretta yards it held a path generations of little feet had...

my cranky angel always pays me a visit when I make the bed

notice when you can’t wait for Saturday it’s Tuesday who ends up footing the bill as in the valuables left behind in the hurried move...

loved the laugh line chapters on your cheeks the interesting tales creased into the forehead the baggage under both eyes wow the hard...

ever puzzled why Daylight Savings always feels like the purchase of more darkness or that you must have signed some contract in deep...

my mother knows it’s that time of year to hear the Salvation Army bell set up that winter scene of skaters on a small mirror search for...

while a nice one might fade into a smile a painful one is never completely washed away

Mom and I march the maze of Baywoods as every shade of white passes snowy milky frosty hoary ...

me neither but I imagine a white spinning umbilical invisible hands and a screech or two in naive cloud language then a very...

that flavor of the earth I can’t describe but try with a foot-drag of my tongue over the brown goo nothing comes to mind so another dash...

than raven wings banking under a blue sky not their shadows not a moonless midnight not the ink on the pages of a tragic story maybe the...

she’s an old mango tree that’s never had children never engaged or married or attended wild parties affairs or one-night stands stayed at...

we've been moving our fingers around the world's map pausing a nail here a knuckle there using a slide ruler of happiness to check the...

one evening the enigma with empathy another night the light bulb miserable with its wattage or in a clear-sky moment the wise one...

we follow a flicker of light through darkness to find the throne of that ember a skylit bonfire

you’re neither king nor queen beholding to a cold crown icy touch frozen heart smiles that thaw only in dreams

I hope your failing vision does what children’s do and crayons gray with lots of color be curious about wrinkles intrigued by the size of...

like she’s lived hard a lifetime of labor twelve-hour days plus overtime her breath saws the silence strips of sound that groan like a...