
if you want to know
what kind of person you are,
there’s a simple rule:
if you help others, you cool;
if you hurt others, you fool.
–photo by me

if you want to know
what kind of person you are,
there’s a simple rule:
if you help others, you cool;
if you hurt others, you fool.
–photo by me

a grassy meadow
bathed in soft morning sunshine
lends hope to the day
–photo by me

i match our ‘happy hormones’
to the trees of late september;
it makes their scientific names
less painful to remember.
*
the yellow trees are dopamine,
the orange are serotonin,
the green ones are the endorphins,
and reds are oxytocin.
*
repeat this once or twice a day,
and pretty soon you’ll see
that oftentimes a little rhyme
enhances memory.
–photo by me

weary of reality
i ride out to its edge
there, i smoke a little herb
and leap right off the ledge
my flailing arms turn into wings
i soar into the blue
and high above reality
i find a better view
–photo by me

i was having some warm butter pie
when i saw something dark flutter by,
and it gave me a fright
so i turned up the light–
it was only an orange butterfly!
–photo by me

the stars are
falling all around;
i cannot
help but smile.
you may want to go to town–
me? i’ll wait awhile.
–photo by son aaron

they say dark matter’s all around–
it can’t be seen; it makes no sound.
yes, you can look, but you won’t see
it’s amplitude nor frequency.
although it e’er remains unseen,
it can be felt, like gravity.
i find these facts a little odd–
dark matter acts a bit like god.
–photo by me

school buses and geese
amass for final review
before heading out
–photo by me

my daughter is a grandmother
my son is turning grey
and autumn’s come around again–
the timer ticks away
still, the answers elude me
i am lost in the fray
but i’m starting to suspect that
it’s all designed that way
–photo by me

shoreline flowers that
can see their own reflection
are both blessed and cursed–
they’re blessed at their blooming best
and cursed at their withered worst
–photo by son aaron