
I came upon a skunk
And we held a mutual gaze
Till we sized each other up–
Then we went our separate ways.
Now, you may wish this story
Had more action to present,
But I am very happy
That it went the way it went.
–Photo by me

I came upon a skunk
And we held a mutual gaze
Till we sized each other up–
Then we went our separate ways.
Now, you may wish this story
Had more action to present,
But I am very happy
That it went the way it went.
–Photo by me

while sketching
a fetching young dancer,
i was asked
how i came
by my art.
“with oodles
of doodles,” i answered–
while wishing
i’d said
something smart.
she smiled
a while and related
that she learned
how to dance
in a hall:
her mama
and papa had 8 kids,
and only
1 bathroom
for all.
–sketch and photo by me

to be unaware
of potential threats in life
is to have no choice
once the eagle’s on his way
it’s too late for prey to pray
–photo by me

if my mind is the woods
and my thoughts are the trees,
then my soul is their roots
and my spirit, their leaves
–photo by me

I constructed a perch for my cat
with a carpeted ramp and a mat;
now most of the day
she’s out of my way
and I’m freed up to do this and that
–photo by me
as winter shed her overcast
the sun began to show
and suddenly a knoll of grass
appeared amid the snow
the withered blades lay all askew
like soldiers in defeat
but as the yellow army grew
the snow began retreat
soon winter all across the land
could hold her ground no more
and even snowmen turned and ran
for spring had won the war

looking at this photo that
i took earlier this morning,
i see another april blizzard
blowing across the tracks,
and that’s it, nothing more.
but there was a time when
i would’ve seen two robotic
sentinels in big sunglasses
holding candy-cane spears
while guarding the road to
the land of the snow gods.
hey, wait a minute…
–photo by me

silhouettes are just
stuck-up shadows who need to
come back down to earth
–photo by me

from under my desk
the world’s a mess
the russians are coming
the president’s dead
a classmate was caught
with a knife in her purse–
i don’t know how things
could get any worse
–photo by me

bring me an icehouse
a big pick-up truck
an auger and minnows
and plenty of luck
bring me a license
and fishing gear, too
gasoline, propane
and something to do
a six-pack of beer
and food, if you wish–
bring these to me
and i’ll bring you a fish
–photo by me