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
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
Table for One
I had Tuscan Butter Shrimp for dinner yesterday, a Keto dish I found online. I dropped Andres off for soccer practice and drove to Fred Myer. I bought the necessary ingredients for the meal and because I hadn’t eaten all day, I also bought some California Rolls. At home, I stood at the kitchen counter,…… Continue reading Table for One
Ezekiel Soza 