"....there is nothing like an hour of feverish activity to rid the mind of brooding." -james herriot

put the honey where the ants can't reach it. learn the lesson before you teach it....

lemon juice, splashed in your eye, is a shitty way to spend your high....

dishes is my kung fu....

"wisdom is found in the simplest of places, in the nick of time...." -bunny wailer

walk with awareness. walk with control. walk with purpose....

it has been found that only the cowardly and the foolish refuse to act when the universe unfurls before them the resolution to their quandaries....

plastic, electoral bombardment.

peanut buttered bananas, coffee and milk. dogs barking at birds, cats scratching at silk. collapse is not imminent, merely perchance. the dance is not over, just gone the romance. glad tidings bowled over by dank, dark despair. how much longer the winter? how much more of their ilk?

a gentle breeze to kiss my knees and put my troubles mind at ease....

crafting afternoon soup.

standing there on the other side of those not so distant hills, our window cracked a bit, the outskirts of my mind reached for a taste of the ocean breeze, invited inside by a wayward zephyr....

moon vibes.

rarely flustered, sometimes sore, accordion at the grocery store....

in the ditches, washing dishes.

shorts a bit too long.
my ego, fighting to live.
close my eyes and smile....

true love's kiss.

in and around the witching hour, some 13 years ago, our heroes maniacally groped at time and luck and chance, kissing underneath the moon beneath shadowy palms in turnabout alleyways, beginning a new chapter that promised always to remember, and never to close....

when we die, the stories we have written may haunt our remains. yet someday also might they disappear....

let the last slivers of the sunlight burn away your misgivings....

yummers.

oh, taqueria.
these lovely aromatics
ensnare my hunger....

haiku.

balance a rhythm.
let it find its own center.
things will hold from there....

shared mind.

we are both thirsty.
this water jug is empty.
we will have to wait....

isn't it a construct?

just can't find the time.
like it fell from my pocket.
just need to make it....

like it's 1994.

forget how to breathe.
try to remember your name.
close your eyes again....