I like to eat grapefruit in the morning sun each scoop from each section a fresh blessing each swallow a one word prayer after I pour the...

a place where you can converse pecking with two fingers and soon probably with a keyboard in your mind or learn to speak to a shiny...

watched a raven pick around the cigarette butts in an ash tray and swallow pieces of sand had no idea they needed fiber to help digest...

think about it affection is naturally drawn to innocence yes?   a sticky web that transcends boundaries like when you meet an Irish...

how else to get love disguised as approval in those clingy early years do what you’re told and the spigot would stay open nothing like...

love can be taken anytime grabbed in excellent lyrics off their backs or bellies if your stroke is silky smooth those lines are in...

I remember riding a trail horse around the last corner before the barn and the sudden lunge of her sinews something gravitational in the...

we remember well certain touches kisses and words in a whole lifetime of them unexpected moments sewn onto a special quilt in our stuffed...

mockingbirds shower just like you and me arms and fingers raised rinsing off the mud splatters the dust and sandy grit the un-napkined...

lilies-of-the-valley are a sure scent of heaven and a way into the kingdom similar to roses except more crack-in- the-window than front...

I enjoy the clouds that play like my cousins in the backyard pool not these July-at-the- Jersey-shore ones that crowd the sky-ocean if...

in sunlight   palm trees wink while all other plants look sleepy and satiated ready for an all-day nap a mockingbird cries out but...

that’s what they say though I’ve seen our desert beat up clouds hundreds of times kick them out a side door send them running in tears...

we are a beautiful blue planet with scratches of green and beige shades of gray   whisps of white and what would alien surveillance...

there’s a spider in the shower and a wet old man in the mirror How far do you think they can travel? How many friends do you think they...

in a corner of the fall garden under the pomegranate tree Buddha reclines in close-eyed bliss   covered in yellow leaves applied to the...

here in southern California nobody talks about earthquakes it’s the black sheep   the white elephant   the purple cow grazing in our back...

my grandparent’s house had glass doors to close off the living room in those days a fireplace was the only source of heat I imagine them...

I stare at the Christmas cards on the mantle   cracked open like the mouths of fish after a last breath with the lights off bulbs and...

poetry is more fudge than chocolate cake maple syrup instead of the tapped sap one homemade cookie over a box of storebought also perfect...