Through this dark and winding canyon, the plain lights below, vast and open, infinite directions to move outward.
Sir, your country is quite beautiful, and I am honored to be passing through. Best wishes.
That final chapter done, he closed the book, rubbed it kindly, laid it down, then stood and left the room.
I try to be "Poet of the Day," but Life intrudes. That damned brat always wants attention!
On and off, on and off, strobe-light brain blinks from day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute. Let it be light or darkness – for once!
Of the many things he carried, anger weighed most, exhausting like nothing else. But when he laid it down, he felt a little ... aimless.
Write sucky paper. Get on with life. No one will ever know.
The cat's midnight aria bemoans its daily groveling before the loud, smelly ape-folk, singing, "Oh, for tuna!"
Past a field of wild sunflowers are sunflowers painted on a house side. Who is the artist?
Instructions: Breathe. Look. Breathe. Consider. Breathe. Act. Breathe. Repeat.
Old mesquite sways in the settled gray of evening; chilled jazz quiets the air, cools the humid brow.
Nothing would ever change – ever! – and the uniformed, faceless days marched by. Then, one morning – the unexpected!
In the peaceful Easter hours, shrimp stew simmers, Handel praises God.
Here's a plan: Do nothing and see what happens.
Goldilocks was hopping beds but didn't use protection. She's in a box, dead from pox. ... That's something for reflection.
Misty morning heat presses the resaca shore – the birds cannot rise!
Tasks are listed, plans are set, focus keen with firm intent. Time! Time to work! ... But just real quick I'll surf the net.
There goes a word ... and another ... and ... what was I saying? ... Oh, yes! Another! I'm focused like a pillow crushing an ant.
Green St. Augustine - cool, fresh-mowed beneath bare soles - and the airy sea is softly brushed by palms.
What's a gathering in the Valley without sweet bread? Someplace I don't want to be, that's where.
Today I have seen, again, the ugliness of the human soul, and when I die I won't be leaving much behind.