With a Blade, a Shovel and a Pickaxe

Saw a red Tesla behind me. Followed me for three blocks Then turned left at the traffic light. Two blocks down the street I pulled into my lot. Imagined the red Tesla would appear Any moment, crashing into me head on...

I know someone
Who craves for a touch of my hand
For the sound of my voice

I think someone is dead No, no, not the daily dead and dying But someone who is close to me She cut me off once, saying I am muddy water I think of a postcard she wrote to me Open, to my office address, with tenderness...

Black. Let me try this one, she said “…can I do this by my own?” Pushing him away, A self-deprecating Twist on her lip said “I look …y,” Nearly taking it off White. Color of his...

Every time she looked at him, she saw a new stranger. Every time he looked at her, he saw a new friend. Polite she: “Sure!” Skeptical he: “What did she mean by that?” Uncertainty strings...

If you let yourself go fat, and a bit of you begins to be amused by the world’s tantrums, And another bit of you is a witness to this amused you but in a passing way, then, my friend, there’s hope for you...