Writer’s strike

Reality makes
me sick. Going through laugh track
cop show withdrawal.

Before Lost season 4 begins

Speed-viewing seasons
one through three’s like life in the
hatch. Push the button.

Theatre of the mind

Never read the play
before you see it performed.
There’s too much drama.

Tree falls in the forest analogy

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

Joys of fur children

With short hair he looks
like a grey human baby.
He’ll never talk back.

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.

My job

Commute through fiber
optic cable to a home
built by words not deeds

St. Croix – end of day

Cruzan pineapple
flavored rum makes happy hour
even happier.