Owning

This post originated as a response I contributed to on a Facebook Friend’s page. Later I thought of a couple more things to add so this is a revised version. * One valuable and precious insight I have gained over the past year as my two olders reach their teen years is the importance of…… Continue reading Owning

Turf Monster

I just finished my morning workout. I grabbed my keys and my coffee from the cubby hole shelf. On Saturday mornings, I tend to buy a small coffee from the gas station near the YMCA. It chills in the cubby hole and every once in a while, between sets, I walk over to get a…… Continue reading Turf Monster

Yellow, a ghazal

Skies and mountains, moons and suns have won my trust.  Tomorrow only always on my mind, it’s good, I trust.  Spinny doors somewhere else, in a city far, this is what people are  like pretty faces all around, beware of snakes and who to trust.  Soon, hoping for a break of time, a long empty stretch…… Continue reading Yellow, a ghazal

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US-95

He worries like someone driving a long straightaway in an open country with nothing but clear skies ahead, and he the only car. Windows down, crisp, morning air. On his flanks, nothing save open land, brown, rocky expanse, mountains far away, cherried white, looks like Mars – like that nothing. But the road before him…… Continue reading US-95

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