shadows of words
half smiles, doubled teeth
blue eyes mailed first class
pretty sentences
half a whatever, forever
tight belt, loose shoes
palaces of hay
cloudy voyage upon
the irregular medium
spun patter— gold
it’s down like dominoes
and next— a trick
the withdrawn sunbeam, winched
back up the molten sphere of the
goddamn sun
A good perch
A different perspective
Farmers Market, a taste of local flavors.
Wealth in any community comes from its people and their efforts to beautify every member.
Rain's finally here again, after one of the hottest summers I've had in the city, a comfort of home.
...and this is how I found out Ornette Coleman has died...
We started the walk in bright sun and a light breeze. I convinced myself that the dark clouds in the distance were blowing away from us. I was wrong. Wet dog, wet human.
Graffiti and Ghost Signs
Crossing