Cave

The clouds fill the air like a thick smoke gray as the rocks, bearing down on me like walls of a cave. It’s winter but a sweatshirt keeps me warm enough, and it feels just like fall, just like spring, the clouds ever present until summer when I still wear a sweatshirt. Beyond the gray……

Pigeons

Common pigeons coo under the eaves just outside my window above the balcony I like to call them rock doves their more sophisticated name it makes my bird-watching sound more serious In listening to the pigeons you’d think they never leave but a more careful observer sees families transient they make their home only for……

Bottled

I am drunk on creative wine aged years in a secret bottle in the cellar of my soul There’s a message in the bottle corked tight When I discovered what was inside I didn’t savor the wine I broke it open drinking like I’d been in the desert Head swimming my hands create words and……