Ms. Aerobic

In the beginning, there was Body By Janis, at the Racquetball Club with babysitting for our toddlers. The upstairs exercise studio had … Continue reading Ms. Aerobic

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Rock Rift Scramble

Some stay behind to wait as the lot of us leave behind bulky backpacks and walking sticks to scramble through … Continue reading Rock Rift Scramble

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Elementary Passage

We sweat like slaves chained in the hold of a ship, eyeballing the clock for the same even number, panting … Continue reading Elementary Passage

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Glacial Erratic

I imagine it jagged both of them separate and distant before the freeze pinching myself noting the quartz features glacial … Continue reading Glacial Erratic

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Evicting The Squatter

Katya mused. The shit storm is upon us. And not a chamber pot in sight. At the present rate of … Continue reading Evicting The Squatter

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Treading Water in an Icy Pond

Most of the people I meet at readings and on forums must have known Jesus, carried his cross up to … Continue reading Treading Water in an Icy Pond

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A Modern Day Greek Epic

Destiny was young, dreaming of a one-way ticket out of that one-street town when Momus rolled past on his Brain … Continue reading A Modern Day Greek Epic

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Disbelief

I could be quiet or pretend it isn’t happening were it not for the arrow of retrospect. Their declarations were … Continue reading Disbelief

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Next Year’s Words

Looking forward to reading from my new book, Hawaiian Time. https://www.createspace.com/5751889 Continue reading Next Year’s Words

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At A Recent Poetry Reading, Where I Attempt The Vulcan Mind Meld With The Dead Poet, Czeslaw Milosz

Vying for my attention another poet cries, “Try not to look at me.” as she models her black bribe. To … Continue reading At A Recent Poetry Reading, Where I Attempt The Vulcan Mind Meld With The Dead Poet, Czeslaw Milosz