When Angie comes around, I know it’s almost time to leave. She crinkles her nose at me when I’ve got fifty tabs open in a browser, while she shimmies behind my chair to collect my plastic bag of paper & lemon peels. Go home, she insists playfully with a gesture at an invisible watch onContinue reading “IT’S ALMOST TIME TO LEAVE”
Giant square holes of missing earth Caramel mud And the great striped barrel of the cement truck Painted like a carnival sliding liquid armor into the ground stopping traffic starting anew
We yell at each other until our throats scream.The words (mean) and we know it! It is when we reach unconsciousness: we turn into sweet, tame little cats. Cuddle, we mumble sweetness, we love with honesty. (an accidental poem by kris of ZUPAdream)
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”
It is sometimes astonishing how quickly the sky forgets that it was knotted with clouds violent with rain mere hours before the gentle sun pools on colored leaves and in windowsills.