We’re on a hybrid work schedule, like most people in the services procession. My field, I.T., both leverages and enables it. I like a lot of things about it: more time to exercise, less money on lunches and clothes, and…
“It is not the last drop that empties the water-clock, but all that which previously has flowed out…” – Seneca . Neither here Neither there Neither anywhere . I wonder what they thought When they found him . Not quite…
Lonely is not in your head It’s in your gut If you’ve felt it you know . When the feeling in your stomach Makes you double over That’s loneliness . When the feeling in your stomach Makes you cry in…
I saw you walking in the rain Your raincoat says you planned it Walked out the door in the pouring rain Not to get anywhere, just to walk . Likely a young mother Which is normal in this neighborhood But…
Somewhere between sunset and sunrise We exist, brothers and sisters, In our nether world Shared with more productive denizens Servants of the light dwellers Police and trash collectors And tough waitresses at bad diners They inhabit the world because they…
Image by Hong daewoong from Pixabay . I don’t ride in the cold Because I’ve had to ride in the cold . Past darkened, brooding buildings Full of oblivious, sleeping people Past the darkened warehouses Past the darkened firehouse .…
The rain Saturates the air Puts a glaze on the street Traffic lights shine through the murk Diffused, but somehow brighter Red, Yellow, Green The lack of clarity The air, moist and thick Amplifies the sound Diesel engines snorting Buses…