At times I weary
All this invective burning
I’m charred and hollow
Facing Forward
A strange fear of mine
To vanish into time’s mists
Forgotten notebooks


Though no injury
Knee pain, stiffness and soreness
Ibuprofen saves
It is important
To respect people’s boundaries
Not all hugs are safe

Sunday night closes
The week’s power approaches
My house now silent

This eclectic spot
Seattle’s famous gumball
Well worn paving stones

Those evenings at dusk
Fashionable, Seattle style
Nights in my city
So much of life lost
Since we deny so much hope
Leaves starting to fall
Amusing
How I put pen to paper
Expecting certain words
To flow gracefully
I’m always surprised
At what lands upon
The page