if I was a dog, I'd bark...

returning from a dream

murky Monday

I wrote a letter to a pen pal in Vancouver, spoke to my friend for over a half hour on the phone (he turned 79 today) and then marveled at how gold in all its forms is precious...

I only wear hats during the winter

I finished my coffee and a Paula's Donut and now I'm wondering if I should write in my journal and try to be more original than AI, or should I read the day old news and resurrect the dead.

where did these roses come from? they were on the tables last night and they said, we could take them home if we wanted to. they are nice...

one's history as a short story

leave it for the sweeper

backstage for now

you just keep me hanging on

well I just had to laugh

The other day at the funeral parlor I said to my friend Ted, let's kneel down and say a little prayer for your sister. And then I said, she looks beautiful. And Ted said, yes, in her angora sweater and that cute little peace sign necklace....amen.

the closest oak tree is eight doors down

for those of you who like to snoop in drawers...

a little in more fall

the past tense of nice and tasty

the alleyway

#silentsunday visit the imprisoned

like a new morning

Tadhg visiting a Frank Lloyd Wright home

I haven't had bangs since the 70s

I like how the squirrel always pops the lid off

a poem from a book tucked away on a windowsill watching the day unfold and the rain subside.

when you have no opinion

somebody asked me the other day, what have you been in up to, now that you're retired? and that seemed like such a difficult question. how do you explain... sitting in the yard enjoying a late rose blooming in front of your eyes.

familiarity

dressing for the occasion

bringing you into the fold

this almost looks fake ... funny how this world lately makes me question authenticity