Somewhere a deer prances in a meadow green and lined with wildflowers and weeds. The sky outside is pale a planet shielding its surface from the Star of the show.   "do lunar cycles matter?" he wonders passively as tired eyes scan inward the sheets flecked with dirt damp from sweat.         … Continue reading encumbrance →

Dense fog cradles the curves of the mountains like a plush white quilt on a cool winter day The car air feels warm, cozy rolling curves like a swaying bassinet.   Through the fog two sunflowers peer unperturbed from the wash as I look at them from the window subdued yet regal.       … Continue reading The passenger’s side →

Cool, sinking, soft and fine the beach sand is like a bath for calloused soles.   A crescent moon hangs above terra cotta shingles.   The soft dough envelops the spaces between the toes rejuvenating like rest for a busy mind or a massage for achy muscles.              

I am tempted to disbelieve the mantra of our founding fathers etched at the base of Lady Freedom, "give us your tired, weak, and huddled masses yearning to break free."   The throne we resisted usurped by corporate greed, shackling 9' to 5' servitude for huddled masses in cubicles. A faceless stranger has taken the … Continue reading If hope were not helpless →

Hanging like a half lit ornament against an opaque background it looks after me, or down on me. I can't tell.   My pores itch to release the heat of the day into the cool night wind underneath its dim light.   I let the cool darkness consume until every inch reaches toward that light … Continue reading running toward the moon →

Three pigeons perched one-legged on a rusty storefront neon sign stand motionless.   A young daughter shares a chocolate cone with her father while friends chat fashion in Russian. Elevator jazz interrupts the soft buzz of casual conversations.   Some moments later, Gypsy Kings in lieu of Johnny Coltrane, the pigeons take off in unison and the rusty sign, now in motion with … Continue reading coney island →

Rolling crests froth into a white soup as waves crash On the shore a subtle thunder and cool mist belie the frenzy of the water. The hot summer sun illuminates a beachscape rife with pleasure and the dank briny scent of wet seaweed. Were it not for the clockwork thunder of the waves and the … Continue reading Ocean →