first frost —
a new patch of gray
in the dog’s muzzle

still November —
two Christmas cards
in the mail

science experiments

 

this is the break room sink at my workplace. it’s not too bad considering the large number of people who use it.

 

 

 

 

...until you get closer...

the Dow plummets —
my axe blade
caught on a knot

this gesture's for you

this gesture’s for you
not flip or random
but a piece of my mind
dangling like chandeliers
in a dark foreign movie
eyes swollen with concern
for a downsized world
and a bath of tears
for a forgotten son.

say it ain't so

bye bye BLAG.

Sunday night

Sunday night
a raging fire at my feet
and my wine glass is empty.
I have this grand idea
to write all of my friends
with words of warmth and encouragement,
but my wine glass is empty.
tossing another log
into the fire,
I finish the bottle
and forget
everything.

November wind —
it’s a good day
when you’re still employed

November overcast —
I wish I hadn’t asked her
about her day

hunter’s moon —
the search
for a working pen

Veteran’s Day —
a pumpkin
without a face

gibbous moon —
the unblinking eyes
of a frightened dog

light drizzle
and still I don’t huddle
under the bridge

bare trees —
the marquee says
my train is cancelled

Election Day —
the cactus
flowers

chug the vote!

turning back the clock
I still feel old...