House near Woodstock

A’s dream–a fairy
cottage in the woods–simply
too good to be real.

Embed from Getty Images

All nighter

Weighing sleep against
productivity, I write
into a new day.

Embed from Getty Images


Some–like white wine–are
best when young. My French Bordeaux
grows better with age.

Embed from Getty Images


He’s prettier than
her, constantly sculpting his
man bun with groomed hands.

Embed from Getty Images

On cutting off long hair

Strands layered, length chopped,
I change, shed years, fears, regrets.
Why’d I wait so long?

Snow blind

Spiraling flakes, like
small hands opening wide, feel
their way down to earth.

Afternoon rendezvous

She blithely sails out
the door. No explanations
save her secret smile.


Dull lives filtered take
on romance, mystery, masked by
Low-fi Sutro Rise.