Again in line for mocha. Is this Addiction? It helps the writing. My Pen’s hooked. Not me. I […]
Poems
Tired. But can’t stop thinking About the Merlot tomorrow Morning. Where will this first press Take me? Narrowing […]
Too much constitutes 2 much, I’ve decided. I can stop when I Want, I realize. Finally, Room2Self– Collection. […]
Unfortunately, no time for novel tonight. Sipping the remainder of the other night’s ’10 Pinot. Tomorrow, at winery […]
Herd loud.. Slurred crowd. Collate my words ’round worm bows. Need silence, seclusion or else I’m Hurt now. […]
Just getting started. Sunday, my Friday. Where am I? Money counted. Better not hear the word Server Even […]
Couple minutes to Self. But That’s it. Day, moving in vengeful Form. Looking at clock, telling Self It […]
No guide on the exodus, random tides Mess with us. Reflections register– Seconds, minutes to finish. Disposition, Can’t […]
Replace the clock with a cafe, pen, Paper. My convictions knocked, in A cache, topped to a labor. […]
words typed, tonight. Shouldn’t be so quantity-obsessed. I’ve said this forever. So why do I continue to count? […]