The Commute

On my nightstand, my cell phone alarm echosbefore the first peaking crumb of morning sunlight -I smell coffee laced air after a long restless nightand stumble down the foggy hall of a work week’s shadow.-Endless road...Drive...More endless...Drive...Lines on asphalt, road signs,..Drive...turn signals, cruise control...-I brush my teeth, urinate, and quietly beholdas I hesitantly sit atop …

Old Lonely Cow

in an open field, alone, constantly chewing, always standing, sometimes laying, through the wind and rain, on frost covered ground, in the middle of summer's fury, with each passing season, old lonely cow waits, unknowingly patient, for the day when her sculptured grazing silhouette transitions from farmer's field to carnivore's plate. some people will say …

A Moment or Two

The first couple sips of coffee in the early hours of the morning workweek, ... I want this moment. When my breathe touches the outside air in the coldness of winter and I can see my soul with each exhale. The crunch I hear as I tread upon the trees' shedded clothes, the fallen leaves …

The Road in Front Of

The fifth post I published (#5 out of 87) on this now one year and eight month fiction, nonfiction, and poetic blogging journey of mine was titled The Aged and the Ageless (feel free to click and read). It was posted a couple of months before Covid became a global issue. Since then, as well as …