Me and Mrs. Jones

My vehicles have names. What's a vehicle? Anything with wheels, that I take to go on adventures. Car (Vivi, Mattie), bicycle (Genny, Francie, Gary)... Lawnmower? It's only since moving to my little two acres, with a big patch of cleared greenery to mow, and a Greenworks battery-powered mower to do it with, that I've started … Continue reading Me and Mrs. Jones

Break the walls

The outdoors with its careless wings and scavenging feet invades through the brick and wood and breathing spaces of my July home. Hidden passageways open their secret doors: grasses, crumbs, and damp dark spaces compel the frontier crossers, oblivious to my imagined boundaries. Sheep come through the rail fence spiders decorate the ceiling corners ants … Continue reading Break the walls

A poem written under the influence of Billy Collins*

Sitting on the sofa, staring at the perfect flames; the two cats, having argued over who gets the lap and who the haunch, now settled in their places; I'm thinking about a perfect life, which is what this looks like. Rain drums on the roof and falls in waves from that one place where the … Continue reading A poem written under the influence of Billy Collins*