shadows behind curtains
Shadows behind curtainsflicker grey on greythrough mist and clatterof dishes scrubbedrobotlikeone side to the other. I smile and wavea pause suspendeddish poised for the rackand then a smile returnedperhaps the…
Poetry
Love Ventures…
Yet another haiku that seemed to stream from my mind no sooner than I posted Harvest Moon. And so it goes. 🙂
Harvest Moon
Twas a beautiful harvest moon…
A Patch of Red
There is a tree on my street,a sentinel standing readyto warn the twirls of a twister,first to shed its’ winter greysfor verdant foliage. This morning I roseearly coffee in handa…
Races
We run races against clocks and bosses,eyes ahead at flickering screens,deep in code and execution,where each black secondaffects the bottom line,mano a mano – no prisoners taken,avatars in real time,until…
Invisible Man
When I was young,I wanted to be Claude Rains,unwrapping and slipping,ghost-like out the door,past Gloria Grahame’soutstretched arms,into the night,and adventures new,beyond the grip of mundanity.This morning I stepped,before ‘Don’t Walk’…