A Just Cigar

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

And Not Nothings

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

Spring Smiles

The Earth renews by daffodils blossoming for joy, fragrant hyacinths lingering scent. The storms will come then pass, so take a walk and be warmed by the sun. March isn’t a race, although I desire outdistancing the past year’s sorrows. Let our hearts blend-in this season’s grace with every beat. {image credits} https://imageandword.wordpress.com/2017/03/06/daffodils-in-the-woods/ http://sunvalleyfloralfarms.blogspot.com/2013/01/hyacinth-heaven_8.html https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amu_NowruzContinue reading Spring Smiles

The Unicycle Parade

Antony’s dad worked at a marketing warehouse which stored test-run entertainment products like light-up dart boards, novelty dipping dunking birds, pinball machines and lawn jarts.  Some of the products were innovative, but most were knock-off versions of popular items, with slight modifications such as fluorescent striping or special noises embedded. When a marketing plan failed, … Continue reading The Unicycle Parade

Sub Div

tracking up the sidewalk towards a deep reflection through more drizzling rain heartbeat counting steady with hands clenching light blue aerobic weights she muses how difficult to have dinner ready and have thinner thighs weeds rustle by a lamp post a cat pounces after a cricket the darkest March  on weather record clouds her thoughts … Continue reading Sub Div

To the Hills

From the hilltop by my house I see hills beyond and sense the presence of people and places beyond my immediate reach I imagine the hills to be seen from those distant points and feel a part of a larger thing past my grasp. Continue reading To the Hills