Wheels
Maybe it’s just my age—maybe I’m just a grumpy old man—but for me the expression
“third wheel” ranks right up there with “I could care less” in my list
Warm, Fuzzy, and a Little Lame
Today begins National Poetry Month. Like Love Day
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mz_1TCs02dY], it’s a made-up thing that is warm
and fuzzy and a little lame. I love it.
One and Three Chairs
These umber bar chairs
sit in a sequence before the bar
with cracked leather and bare
curved slats for support.
When I was moving out
I put my small only chair
in the
Oh, This Mess I Have Made
Albums can be like old friends. Press play on something you first heard 20 years
ago, and the result often resembles sitting down with someone from high school.
Nostalgia carries the conversation, rubbing
Hope Might Float
If you’ve ever lived in an area that has its own monthly neighborhood
newsletter, you might have seen a picture of a person holding up a past issue of
that monthly neighborhood