Older ladies in coats so long you’d swear they’re just modified sleeping bags. I’m collecting a vivid memory reel of this r e l e n t l e s s cold snap and the sky’s powdered sugar palooza. Inventing new ways to find zen in the blocks of icing-white sidewalk – runways for childrenContinue reading “ONE FOR THE BOOKS”
Side by side we scrub our incisors Staring at our live portrait in the bathroom mirror You spend extra time on the left molars tilting your head with delight And then the right side I’m doing laps with the bristles front, side, side, open wide for the tops of the teeth but I want toContinue reading “SILENT RITUAL”
Turned out onto Washington: the great industrial avenue. Busy in the morning. Lumber yards, warehouses of lighting fixtures huge slabs of marble. All the men say good morning. Workers say good morning. Commuters are mute.
Work together they’ve had s e p a r a t e b e d r o o m s (for years) HE doesn’t respect her SHE doesn’t appreciate him (an accidental poem by Andy.)
An accidental poem from this article. I’ve come to believe that a lot of people equate comfort with complacency, calmness with laziness. If you’re happy, you’re not working hard enough. You’ve stopped striving.