So this is a rainy Thursday afternoon, after the job, after the Starbucks coffee, after time at the trough of peanut butter and cottage cheese, after about 15 minutes of what shall hereafter be…

I was sleep-walking under the light of the moon, 10am. Every other customer faster than me. Earlier, it’s so dark, there’s me, mountainous form, straight up on orange zafu, on old, green army blanket…

Out Sunday, Starbucks lot, cruise Broad – down, down, down – Pixies so loud I can’t hear the news. Eeee! Left on Pacific, the art shop’s closed, someone said, “This monkey’s gone to heaven,”…

Friday’s setting out on the four-day journey of cover-to-cover dance with David Hinton’s “The Wilds of Poetry.” Somewhere a guitar steps in, arriving as melody magic. I walk the long Bob Jones Trail in…

It has taken me a long time to get from one building to another. Man, the years, the years, how did I ever get so old. My younger sister called the other day just…

I bought this swedish ivy for five dollars at the thrift shop I’d bought my 15 dollar desk a couple of hours earlier. The papery, cardboardy pot it’s in doesn’t hold water well, so…

We had some rain yesterday, late afternoon and into the evening. Not torrents, but almost any rain here is good rain. I sat in my weird, thrift-shop chair and listened to it a while…

Last week in my post focused on “Having a good time now” I presented my job titled ‘Member engagement specialist’ at the front desk of the YMCA as the “Theater of welcome.” Given a…

I’m feeling very much a punk rocker lately. I sold my electric and acoustic guitars preparing to leave San Diego, just no room in the Camry for the journey to San Luis, and needed…

For your enjoyment, sharing two poems from my most recent book of poetry, ‘my startled heart.’ Transcribed here in prose form, best I can: ‘who’s racing?’ “I was in a race, just yesterday, with…