Toil and trouble

Cleaning is like con-
fession. You’re surprised by dirt
under the surface.

Lieutenant of Inishmore

Bloody mess of a
play that has you laughing at
clots of gore and death.

Tree falls in the forest analogy

I stop posting in
the blogosphere.  No one reads
me. Do I exist?

Free at last

Today was her last
day on a job I said ‘don’t
quit’ two years ago.

Why I started again

“Have you been writing
your haiku journal?” he asked.
You read. You know ‘no.’

Undone

Intention shines high
above like a star I see
and dream of reaching.

Freelance writer

The more I write the
more I lose my hold on words
that speak without me.

Online – the new paradigm

My fingers talk my
eyes listen my head makes it
up my heart hungers.

Fort Christiansted brew pub

Nut brown ale. Oatmeal
stout. Bayside, we eat gumbo,
salads, tan through lunch.

Tomorrow’s flight

I’ll Dramamine my
self into torpidity,
sleep through drink service.