all the rules of free form
Back then I clipped newspaper stories Put them in a box to preserve my present Thinking I’ll need to know this In the future, worried All may be lost in the past Ink like thoughts Disappearing, evaporating into time While I tried to save time Clipping the Chronicle Times My scissors kept time But the … Continue reading Finding Myself in an Old Box
What tricks you know you can do? Sleeper, Walk the Dog, Around the World, Rock the Baby? Pedro Flores, a Fillipino immigrant to San Francisco, made a bunch of money demonstrating these tricks all over the country in the 1920’s. He started a yo-yo company which brought the innovative trick enabled free spinning looped slip-string … Continue reading Yo Yo & Me
I hate babies! the man in the 4th row said who hates babies I thought by the end of the flight it was most of us screeches intermittent each pause just long enough to make us feel maybe it was finally done with each squealing reprise another passenger flipped from ‘poor baby’ to ‘my poor … Continue reading Babies on the Plane
Two trains, one going east and one west stopped at a depot station for a 20-minute transfer. A counter café stretched on an overlooking balcony up above, with small tables scattered about a couple service counters and a dozen food vending machines. She climbed the north stairs, while he boarded the south side elevator. She … Continue reading 2 Trains Depart 2 Lifetimes Apart
Downy curls of blue smoke rising drift skyward turn into white ribboned waves as clear breath vapor and air combine born of the brown rolled stick leaf now ash grey remains of green leaf gently cured so I can save half for the morning. https://aliciabrogan.wordpress.com/2013/09/04/colombia/ http://bestcubancigarsblog.blogspot.com/ background photo: http://cubancigarsculturelifestyle.blogspot.com/ check that one out, nice photos … Continue reading A Just Cigar
We had the only sidewalk on the block. Our sidewalk went across our drive from each side of our front yard property boundary. The sidewalk was joined by nothing on either side, except for grass. We had the only sidewalk on the block. My step-dad Fird didn’t like dirt on his Thunderbird tires. This is … Continue reading Skateboards, Streets & Sidewalks
Sleep falling over her pretty rosette hair black diamond eyes is not nothing sweet honey lips damp moments before tasted sharp salty teasing it’s not nothing does the end lie near the beginning as we drink of life’s fountain set atop a well of tears although not nothing perhaps all joy comes from God a … Continue reading And Not Nothings
