Black Wednesday

Black Wednesday —
a homeless man sleeps
on a Wall Street Journal

daffodil shoots

daffodil shoots in the snow —
a lull in the conversation

writer's block - in prose

pen in hand
I saw The Emperor Without Clothes
and wrote... nothing
my monogrammed, college-ruled notepad
naked
save my dry obligatory drivel
my recycle bin of boilerplate verbiage:
no pun too lame
no cliche left behind.
Is this what I’ve come to?
words for words’ sake?
words to mask the absence
of words?
in a word:
yes.

writer's block

writer’s block —
sidewalk snowmelt
ankle deep

three-day weekend

three-day weekend —
I give the homeless man
my last dollar

The many faces of ESB

Outside of the work place, ESB is none other than Extra Special Bitter. I am driven to consume said beverage of mass destruction by another ESB, the Enterprise Service Bus. Which ESB do you prefer?

I am not one in a million...

I am evidently one in slightly less than five million...

HowManyOfMe.com

There are: 64 people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

black ice

black ice —
a dream
about an old lover

writer's block

writer’s block —
a reflection
in the train window

Extra Special M&M

Mrs. Bitter is a very busy person, but she somehow found the time to make me into an M&M. No wonder she’s my Valentine.

Valentine's Day

Valentine’s Day —
Cupid won’t
shovel the sidewalk

writer's block

writer’s block —
a rusty snow shovel
in the trash

Wednesday —
an off taste
in my microwave lunch

bitter cold

bitter cold —
a man trims his nails
on the train

first snow —
my daughter hides
her “Shape” magazine

Ground Hog Day

Ground Hog Day —
a head pops up
above my cubicle wall

deep winter

deep winter —
a stray dog sniffs
an empty coffee cup