* * * January is full of surprises: clouds playing king of the hill with a tree, a sky like summer. Flowers flirting with a scanty sun. Stones …….soft as pillows. * * * My last for this January’s A River … Continue reading →

* * * The year of the rabbit bound by a chain & a peace sign. Ribboned by Chinese workers to my pajamas I’m happy to wear. * * * For A River of Stones. * * *

* * * Conversations & speeches. * * * For A River of Stones. * * * I have no idea where this came from.

* * * Who can claim the dark side of the moon? The starry breast disguised under flattening glass? The orbit of punks with street signs in their sights? * * * For A River of Stones. * * * Original … Continue reading →

* * * A quarter day past twilight – the sky midnight – city lights create a just-dusk memory. I’m confused what time might be. * * * For A River of Stones.

* * * Sometimes it’s enough to show up. Sometimes you have to bring a gift throw a log on the fire cut flowers’ necks pour a glass for an invisible guest. * * * For A River of Stones.

* * * I stare at bare January feet, arched like a dancers, leading to their lover. The sidewalk kiss mocks my safely clad steps. * * * For A River of Stones.

* * * Sundays & Mondays don’t mean a thing only markers of someone else’s time clock. * * * For A River of Stones.