San Diego

Shivering at the
airport. Colder than O’Hare.
Turn back, refund flight.

Driving cross country

West Coast starting line
pavement our road map we head
east back to our roots.

Afterwards

We discuss the soul,
ponder death’s postlude, then choose
the happy ending.

Mortality

That first brush with death
shook loose her confident grasp
of all she held dear.

At 22

You’re gone, leaving class
mates to learn that last lesson:
life can be too short.

 

 

Dizzy

Why his head spins he
doesn’t know. Vertigo’s made
the world hell’s fun house.

Snow blind

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

Instagram

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

Loser

You still up? Dude, it’s
not like the internet won’t
be there tomorrow.

Mommy friendships

If all we have in
common is our kids, that’s not
an enduring match.