> As despair goes so goes the heart. Kicking walnuts into the street wondering how gutters catch the dismal clarity. Pro teen covered in hard shell covered in bitter green insulation. The rains come, the cold autumn death deifying currents carry what falls from the tree. As hope goes so…

> Cover me with your sweet perfumes.Out last this, another day of under.I didn’t mean to go under cover, but the light isn’t for me today.The shine is for where I was,down the street sipping winewith you at the three legged table in the open airwishing for a favorable breeze.

> I bowed down to my own reflection. It was a fleck a spot a dot in the disturbed waters. I’ve lost sight of the One who said “Peace, be still.” There are ripples in my wavering consciousness. Then He took his hands and spread out the waters like fine…

> Sea, what you say, come with me, let’s go play              again. I’m under your tow, come on please let me go                  again. Oh, tip up your tide let’s take a quick ride          again. Break on my turf, take me out, let me surf               again. Sea what you wave, curl…

> Come on now See what you see Don’t blink Stare Long and loud Are you afraid of the damage? Did you spill coffee on the manual? Did a locust Digest the hope You had for him? Is the angst A temper against another look? Come now Nothing to say…

>   I moved a dirt clod with my big toe down a line of cratered cement the pieces rolled and fell into place and place came around I picked an acorn with no hat bald and no facial expression a blank stare put in my pocket a saw a…

> They cling on to bits of remembering. She needed help ordering. He was reminded to pay. They remembered just enough. Senior coffee and a burger as they sat ignoring everything but each other. The decades teach the wandering. They remembered just enough. Sitting with cold coffee and hands pancaked…

>I gained an hour this weekend              Yet all I want is five more mintutes                               Not to stay up                                            But to stay just outside of life                                                                To write a bit or two                                                                                   Of what I have seen and felt                                                                                                     But stubble needs harvesting                                                                                   And teeth need attention                                                                 My boss wants me to show…

> WWJD on FB All the sudden an icon pops up…friend request. What would the icon look like? The Catholic Jesus? The Protestant Jesus? The Pentecostal Jesus? A cross, a dove, a fish?   Would I have to think a bit before pressing “accept”? I would definitely look at His info…

> fog lay down in my backyard right on the mattress of leaves kiss them with your mountain dew and arrange them and curl around them pour on them your milky mist and stir them lightly with nuts move them into the shallows and serve me some bran flakes and…