The Recipe
Her eyes, without fail,
always hinted at mornings,
around 10am, with French toast
on a tray ready to be enjoyed.
It took some time,
but I was fortunate to find someone
who’s look could cook like that.
Wednesday 23rd April 2025 5:19 am
The Recipe
Her eyes, without fail,
always hinted at mornings,
around 10am, with French toast
on a tray ready to be enjoyed.
It took some time,
but I was fortunate to find someone
who’s look could cook like that.
Wednesday 23rd April 2025 5:18 am
Short-Order Cook
It was 3 a.m., but the orders were piling up
on the chrome-plated spinning rack.
One customer sent their plate back.
"Wants more peas.",
Moon, the waitress said.
I didn't get angry.
I felt there was a kind of sadness
within the request.
I don't particularly like peas,
but everyone got plenty of them after that.
Saturday 19th April 2025 5:08 am
Placeholder
The sun, brilliant on the trail today,
throws shadows here and there.
Free from the tyranny of clouds,
the silhouettes cannot hide their delight.
My thoughts add an asterisk to their unrestrained dance.
A bookmark to revisit this performance, offered for free.
Sunday 13th April 2025 3:50 pm
Word Search
I couldn't find a solitary word
for someone who makes me happy
by doing nothing in particular.
So, I'll say your name.
Wednesday 9th April 2025 3:56 pm
Ablaze
I was thinking about flames.
How they don't mind sharing their warmth.
And how you used them
to show me they can burn.
Maybe we should have just begun
with rays from the sun.
Plenty of heat for us both.
Tuesday 8th April 2025 3:46 pm
Wisdom Where You Find It
I drove along the Coast highway today.
There, broken clouds were unable to hold
against a persistent sun.
The waves, turbulent like my thoughts,
leaving receding foam to chase
after what they are unlikely to catch.
Like the foam, I realized
I would simply have to meet the next wave
where it collides with its destination.
Friday 4th April 2025 4:23 pm
Running With Dogs
My dog is running in his sleep.
He makes muffled noises,
chasing after who knows what.
He seems to be having fun.
Do dogs have nightmares?
His eyes twitching quicker now,
he must be very close
to running down his dream.
I hope he sees me there with him.
Tuesday 1st April 2025 2:49 pm
Dance Lift
We were watching ice skating on television,
and, suddenly, I was desperately missing my mother.
I couldn’t exactly connect the reason why in the moment.
The capriciousness of sadness, I assumed.
She was not into ice skating, as far as I know.
But maybe she could have learned to appreciate it,
and we would have watched it together, had we more time.
The thought welcome, I thanked her for t...
Sunday 30th March 2025 5:38 pm
Just a Breeze
I settle back in my chair
and feel the waltz of a Spring breeze.
I contemplate it's travels
simply to pass through here,
perhaps headed somewhere
it may be urgently needed as it waves
to the shore of my thoughts.
Thursday 27th March 2025 1:46 pm
Course Corrections
My compass is getting pretty old now.
Sometimes I tap on the glass
to make sure of the reading.
The needle doesn’t get bothered
by how often I do this.
The bargain seems to be
even if I ask redundant questions
it will keep suggesting true north.
Tuesday 25th March 2025 4:41 pm
Talented Clouds
The cloud formations come to me free spirited.
They speak without sound. Somedays they sing
all over the canvas of the western sky.
Even though I cannot hear their voices,
I am lifted because these spectacular cumulus
don’t seem to mind sharing space with blue sky.
Saturday 22nd March 2025 1:10 pm
Never Enough
I envy our dogs faces
as they crunch their noisy treats.
Chewing with open mouths,
seemingly as loudly as they can.
Their joy is not possible to overlook.
Even before they have finished,
they secretly hope for another.
Friday 21st March 2025 3:26 pm
Garden Without Sound
I scarcely notice the rain pelting my coffee cup.
Or the small House Wrens near a pile of cut branches,
flitting about joyously, welcoming the light shower.
They remind me I need to get that cleaned up sometime,
but I’m hesitant to disturb their preferred habitat
so, I’ll leave them to enjoy their capering.
My reverie does notice the hush of absence
while I wait fo...
Sunday 16th March 2025 6:26 am
Headed Nowhere
Walking along the trail, the trees teach me
about having no particular place to be.
A peaceful disposition to have, I thought.
“We’re not going anywhere.”, they seemed to say.
“But we have many things to do
today in a grateful forest.”
Wednesday 12th March 2025 2:28 pm
Things That Don't Know Greed
The sun. Plenty of light for all to share,
although it may have some issues with shade.
Our dogs. Okay, maybe a little around treats.
Grief. It doesn't want more than is needed
to show how much love was there,
paid with a toll that can't be spent.
Friday 7th March 2025 3:20 pm
Little Miss Maelstrom
She was whiskey and rain,
with no allusions about their nature.
Two or three ounces
kept the world at bay,
but the storms were always a cascade
of water and spray without redress.
Friday 28th February 2025 3:22 pm
Photograph Album
It was the few empty pages
in the photograph album that got to me.
Like the end of a story not finished.
As it turned out, I didn’t come apart.
I returned to the items and mementos
that were present, finding refuge in the stories
chronicled there on the wordless pages.
Saturday 22nd February 2025 11:04 pm
Listen
Reflecting on your absence
caused me to consider a list
of a few the things I cannot do:
Sort the colors of the wind.
Count the water in my hand.
Or, ask for the sommelier at Denny's.
We always laughed about that.
Knowing all of this to be true,
I would add another item to my list:
Remembering the sound of your voice.
I can see it now, but cannot hear it.
...Wednesday 19th February 2025 12:09 pm
Topography
My memories of you are messy.
They play outside of the lines
and ignore in what manner
we promised things would be,
and how we were looking
at completely different maps.
Wednesday 12th February 2025 12:52 am
Storytellers
All of my scars have a story.
Some I can easily touch. Others I can only feel
below the surface. Some speak of epic yarns
of stubbornness and foolishness.
The wounds I feared most were delivered
by the most talented knife of all, love and loss,
seemingly immune to bandages.
I learned to patch them up with time. In this way
when they open again, as they do, it will be gentle
and they’l...
Saturday 8th February 2025 2:05 pm
A Picture I Took of a Fallen Leaf
It lie there in my path, recently fallen
in the blustery downpour,
having served its original purpose.
Still repelling the rain, not yet succumbing to the deluge,
allows it to form small round windows on its surface
magnifying the petite patterns of the arteries.
The leaf, having discovered a new ambition,
has found another calling; beckoning me
to notice its seco...
Tuesday 4th February 2025 10:42 pm
Elemental
When I was much younger
romance sometimes felt
as if I was chasing a gale, or
trying to negotiate with the weather.
Looking back these many years on,
having found more tangible things,
being in the wind and rain was not
a waste of what my time was for.
Monday 3rd February 2025 3:40 pm
Little Criminals
My daydreams are like clumsy little thieves
poking about for something of value.
Have at it you rascals!
I have some time, and no reason
to put locks on the door.
Friday 31st January 2025 4:25 pm
Automatic Umbrella
We stepped into the downpour
knowing we had cover
under the colorful patterns
of your automatic umbrella.
Even so, we were soaked
through and through.
Considering this now, I think
about shelter; the kind you and I
thought we had, and how sometimes
it’s just not built to keep.
Wednesday 29th January 2025 3:16 pm
A Colder Part of the Year
My friend must have had January in his heart.
Yellow sun days something no longer real,
unable to remember how they felt.
If I had known how deep the struggle was
I would have offered untroubled keepsakes
from the capers we shared on warm days
It may not have helped, but now I believe
I would have at least let January know
how I felt about the matter.
Saturday 25th January 2025 4:33 pm
Tattoo
When hummingbirds alight near me,
like the one tattooed on your shoulder,
it feels like you are visiting.
Maybe you see through my eyes
all the love you left behind.
I’ll tend to it as you would,
to all of it in your absence.
Thursday 23rd January 2025 1:19 am
Leaving Room for Errors
I ask her in the morning if she slept well,
as I almost always do, unless we fought
the night before. Then I am silent.
She lays waste to my anger
by offering me a cup of coffee
while we stand together in our back yard
on a mild summer morning.
I wonder without speaking,
if a pair of birds splashing in our fountain
might be a gesture of forgiveness too.
Thursday 16th January 2025 3:22 pm
Tomfoolery
Sometimes I get angry at my heart
for all the foolishness it has gotten me into.
It seems to have never been afraid of folly.
It reminds me of meeting you at that café,
my silly gift in hand before you took mine in yours.
This Spring afternoon, many years later,
with a bright sun working hard, I watch you
attentively watering the plants in our yard,
indebted to foolishness and all it h...
Thursday 9th January 2025 3:12 pm
Recurring Remains
Tethered by your memory,
you come back time and again.
And here you are once more.
And that's kind of the problem.
You visit all the time without being here
when all I want is just a while longer with you.
Sunday 5th January 2025 2:57 pm
Life on Other Planets (true story)
At the light, a life-worn man
jostled his cardboard sign asking for a little help.
I handed him a five-dollar bill.
He smiled and said he liked my Star Wars t-shirt.
I thanked him for the compliment.
He thanked me for help with his next meal.
Before the light changed, he said,
“Maybe somewhere else we might be Jedi Knights.”
“Maybe.”, I replied, “Hopefully without Darth Vader around.”
Friday 3rd January 2025 3:23 pm
Some Girls
Some were like shooting stars,
crashing into me for a brief time
leaving stardust or debris.
Sometimes I just wasn't sure.
It was difficult to hold on to things
constantly in motion while they were moving on.
Friday 27th December 2024 5:33 am
Morning Covenant
I don't like calendars.
The constant march of weeks and months,
tracking them methodically as we go.
Fewer days for us to live.
This morning, I awake
and brush these thoughts aside.
The light through the drapes makes no promises,
but beckons me to rise
and welcome the tiny Pacific Wrens
often seen through our window.
I check the orange tree through...
Sunday 22nd December 2024 10:32 pm
Father
I kept trying to traverse a chasm before me,
seeking a presence I longed for
on a barren range dotted by clouds in the distance.
It took me some time to realize
there were distances that couldn’t be reached
by trying to get there.
Wednesday 18th December 2024 5:22 am
Cold Wet Noses
Sometimes I write about my exes.
Often times about birds, water and boats too.
I've imagined a dead spider’s final thoughts
(still a little melancholy about that one).
And definitely a few verses about yesterdays.
Today though, while I lay on my back
in our yard, more reporting on dogs seemed in the fore.
Our two curious canines wanted to investigate while I lie there.
...Thursday 12th December 2024 1:47 pm
Light-Up Santa
He stands across the room
illuminated from the back,
a glow in his cheeks of polyethylene.
The backlit twinkle in his eyes,
his painted face blushing
ensure the memories are permanent
like the smile on the face
of my red plastic Santa.
Friday 6th December 2024 4:36 pm
Reading the Room (again)
Her blue and walk-away eyes
should have made It clear
she was already gone.
It took me a while to get here;
to get you to fade away.
It was just that my timing was bad.
Thursday 5th December 2024 12:24 am
Missing Snow Patrol
She frequently left questions behind her answers
so, I stopped asking them.
I don't know if she used the concert tickets I left for her,
the ones I purchased for us before we split,
but I know for sure she used a piece of my heart,
without question.
Saturday 30th November 2024 1:40 pm
Fight Night
We fought the night before.
I can hardly remember what it was about.
We were a little cool towards each other after that.
Today it doesn't matter.
We haven't spoken much, but it's not needed.
Everything is said in her brief text from the cafe,
wanting to know if I'd care for a latte.
Thursday 28th November 2024 3:41 am
'71 El Camino (Needs Paint)
We drove to the shore at night
and launched bottle rockets over the ocean
from the pitted chrome fender;
maybe the only memory we made together
that hasn’t completely surrendered to rust.
Thursday 21st November 2024 5:39 am
Satellite
We played under the moon
as if it were a kite on a string.
Its red ribbon tail taunting the gloom.
Monday 18th November 2024 7:51 pm
Where You'll Find It
I see poetry in places you might not expect.
In your texts, supporting a friend in need.
Hoping your words will be just in time.
When you think you’re wasting time
but realize, abruptly, the thing you’re doing
is feeding your soul in a way you hadn’t counted on.
Or when someone reaches down
into a dark place, fighting back fear,
and brings back something unexp...
Thursday 7th November 2024 4:35 pm
Far and Away
I was looking for someone who knew
if you listened to a story from a vulnerable heart,
your kindness would hear it too.
But this always seemed to be
the farthest you could have been
away from me.
Tuesday 29th October 2024 3:54 pm
Betting on Us
We regaled each other with our magnificent scars.
Tales of failures, love and redemption,
of which there were many.
Things that broke us, healed us, and patched us up
again and again, with a little wisdom of what is real.
And this was just enough for us
to hazard another throw of the dice.
Friday 25th October 2024 4:14 pm
Sobriquets
Some left just their initials on my heart.
Others wrote their full name in delicate script.
And there were those
who used a stonemason’s tools
when a feathered quill would have sufficed.
But you laughed as you fingerpainted
all around a hardened heart
in all kinds of lovely colors
just to let me know what could be.
Thursday 24th October 2024 4:33 am
The Taoist
“Where do people go when they’re gone?”, asked Piglet.
“I think they prefer to live in here.”, Pooh pointed to his heart.
“Important to have a big one so they have plenty of room.”, offered Piglet.
“Absolutely!”, Pooh replied.
Tuesday 22nd October 2024 5:52 pm
Breaths of Air
Along my favorite path by the water
I imagine I hear whispers in the breeze.
Diamonds on the water, reflecting an incandescent sun,
have things to say too; echoing the wind.
The words, not intending melancholy,
talk over each other, anxious to have my attention.
And have it they will. This chorus of voices
I miss the most, hailing me when the wind speaks.
Sunday 20th October 2024 6:44 pm
Canine Mentor
Our youngest dog, Indy,
insists on sleeping under the pillow
at my side. How well they’ve trained us,
our hearts I mean.
Thursday 17th October 2024 4:06 pm
Guardians of the Night
Our dogs sometimes have trouble settling down
at night, when owls and other critters are in bloom.
Especially when we have guests.
They feel the need to check on them;
to make sure they are well, we suppose.
Once peacefulness is confirmed
they return to the comfort of our bed,
satisfied all is well and that we are not under attack
from the goblins they might i...
Monday 14th October 2024 4:24 pm
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