Sweet tomatoes

at beautiful Ahwatukee foothills
Tasty Tapioca pudding

All I want is
a window
a mountain

Dream

Willing to take even a strangers advice

A murderer confesses to a psychic friend

A friend gets wet from the water flowing down
Next time shes warned to rid her of guilt

Buttons at the back of the collar

Blanket

The memory of the night is cold
Morning find me snug.
The stirring in the night
embedded me well.

Rain

It rained at Southern Avenue
It stopped raining in tempe
Today its moving south.

My sweatshirt is better
than me at telling the rain.

The kind that does not
reach the ground
it only falls in the air
seen against the light

Exercise

The new machine at the rec center
blood circulates hot in my palms

strength training
the fat and flesh
of my arm go flat
and spread from the pull
funny feel

Dexterity

A cramp in the palm of the foot
Toes of the other scratch it
only to incur a tightening hold
that wont release

Moon

When I see anything beautiful
I share it with you

I wait for a beautiful thing
to seize me before I write of it
before I tell others of it
I check its existence
fortune
rewarding exclusive experience

Write

2.14.7
while the veggies cook

Dream

Grannie, you have slimmed down
your grey hair is in a plait

Some poems have to share
their title if they are from
the same womb.

Granpa,you comfort me that
we will meet in the other world.

On a raised place
on the right
a person with clout and unhappy with the happenings
is on the right with a group behind him

on the left
unware of whats about to happen
a man walks in measuredly like a lion
prescience wouldnt change his course

Someone in the crowd blamed him for the riot
An axe is thrown at his mid-body
No scream or shout.

I am screened by the trellis under the bridge
'Where is his wife?'
'Where is his wife?'

I see a familiar face.
We pace around looking for his remains.
Blood stains lead to a closed room.
The wooden gate reveals two dark men.
one over the other.
I salute the legs to not incense him
to excuse my unintentional intrusion

The friend is lost
In my search, I realise the place is
Bhadrachalam.

It rains
At first a hand swipe washes its existence
Then the drizzle makes its force felt
Then it turns to a controlled sprinkle
like the one to spruce a naked front yard

I could have taken the axe assault for you.

Dream

I remember from the part
you appear
But it has long begun

Is there a dream collage
or a roulette for a person
each day stopping at a number

The one with us running
must be an odd number

Why cant we make up
clothes or mores?

If

you are the wind
I am
the sand on the shore

you blow in time
I am forever.

Time tossed

Bad time is a good reason
to hold off making a call
When you cant hold off
even worse time becomes
a good time

Imaginary relief from
solved imaginary troubles

Deified daily objects -
blue bicycles can
stalk too

Forgotten Mending

Despite their loud shine
I bought the black shoes
One painting day
in the shuffle of things
being moved from one room
to another, some furniture
leg must have got stuck in the
sandal
a strap gave way
I was getting ready to do away
with them with a new pair
And then it struck me
that there are cobblers
to mend

There are street hawkers
who mend broken plastic buckets
The man who collects garbage
earnestly wants the
cardboard boxes
lying outside.

Eye opener

Creative Nonfiction

Vol 27. Writing it short

Ikkyu

We've been lucky, true- lucky enough to live through some stupid stunts.
In luck, theres a duty to talk about the lessons... - Kevin Holdsworth.

Brevity


Vol 21.

Lessons from the unlikely - Erie Newport (raising a kid with Down syndrome)