>Belt I’m getting old.Not trousers rolled old.But wearing my belt like the equator old.It separates the northernhemisphere from the southern,And my gut hangs acrossme like the Milky Way.Just a leather line of distinctionseparatesbetween who I am becoming and who I thought I was.The buckle, the only closed gate dammingup the…

> As this house boat rocks I find myselfrolling into my wife’s back.I realized out of all the bedroomswe don’t have a bunk bed.Our little dorm could use one.I mean, it’s not fair that all thosekids get to have one! What if…? Would Barbara and I fight for who gets…

> Why Knot. Because I just clipped my nails and I can’t get a 7 year old knot out of a pair of sneakers. Because 25 years ago I tied one on. It wasn’t a slip knot either. We are tight. Because a chord of 3 strands is not easily…

> With her door open she could see the fridge. It was only fifteen feet away when her stomach would start to snore so loud she would wake. An extreme hallway tunnel vision ensued. I imagine her sitting up and turning toward the safe full of leftovers. Her very own…

> Silence I push through the brush to get to the silence There is a trail that I want to end so I push until I can push no longer… until the growth becomes a wall No more folding back the forest floor No more whipping twigs of green noise…

>I am a bit overwhelmed with all that is out there.  Even in the High Callings network.  I can’t see the forest through the blogs.  The honeymoon is coming to an end.  Oh, but now to settle into commitment and find my voice.  Is it possible to get laryngitis on…

> The Café I’m reminded of when Barbara and I were dating.  We would walk a few blocks to this quaint little café on the corner.  Its ambiance was aesthetically warm and beautiful.  But when I was with her, beauty and aesthetics were not necessary.  Nevertheless the beauty of this…

> I stumbled across a dropped call today. I picked it up and wondered what dangling conversation hung on its edges. Upon scanning the area along the side of Almena road I saw hundreds of fallen voices laying there. I had stepped all over them like so many worms on…

> I don’t bring the bills I bring the stuff I huff puff huff With your treadmill I walk with a brisk I don’t lump on a log I play with your dog And hand you a Zappo’s I don’t mess around I parcel on top Stop after stop And…