remnants of my mother’s watches
timepieces no longer flailing against the onslaught
of a relentless master
puzzle shenanigans
smudges of pencil lead
indecipherable scribblings
Sudoku level: HARD
this one lives up to its billing
a rhombus tango
adult art lessons, part one
triangles, spheres, circles and squares
the shapes of our world
off-ramps to the expression & articulation
of every inner child’s untapped imagination
haiku
I reach for the handrail,
every tentative step
aftermath of last night’s
heavy rain
androgynous
watching a golfer stride up the fairway,
I’m unsure whether this be man or woman.
the gait appears to be that of the latter.
the attire, well, I’m just not sure —
salmon-pink patterned shorts, a beige top —
could be, maybe, either / or
but those white, nearly shin-high socks!
I’m inclined to believe most women would fail
to commit such a fashion faux pas.
so, could this be a man I see before me?
silly, I know, to expend precious energy
on such a whimsical pondering for certainly
I have more important things to worry about.
but still, I really am given to wonder…
rediscoveries
the yum of turkey provolone on wheat
painting a respectable watercolor landscape
Paul Mauriat’s achingly beautiful Love is Blue
occasionally sleeping-in, guiltfree and glorious
The Five Chinese Brothers, a childhood favorite
Coco Wheats, scrambled eggs, a box of raisins
the satisfaction of measuring & cipherin’ fractions
early mornings, a quiet house, hot cup of tea
a right, proper storm
thunder!
and lots of it —
it’s been rumbling
all morning.
what a shame
I’ve left the cushions out.
the only time I’ve done so
all summer
and now, it’s positively
raining buckets out there.
I’ll not complain though.
they’ll dry.
eventually.
Non-Exquisite Things
Another sartorial lovely, ruined.
Roger never took seriously
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her love affair with clothing.
Blood stains can be notoriously
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difficult to remove.
Especially if one isn’t diligent
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about pre-treating the fabric
or setting the right water temperature.
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Still, the man was so
precociously cute—and sweet,
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his Soul of Darkness,
the ultimate turn-on.
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Valerie forgave his transgressions
time and again. Nocturnal
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relationships, she was quick to learn,
are not without their limitations.
return to analog
sketchbook renderings
a hard-covered novel
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tending to flowers, soil & seed,
cuttings and snips of vibrant joy
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images drawn & carved,
then patiently inked to paper
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laptop & phone, untouched
for hours at a time
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bliss that comes from doing,
rather than becoming undone
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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