Category Archives: Slice of Life
I’m supposed to be finishing a novel but I’m not. It’s a murky late summer day with an uncertain sky and a directionally challenged breeze smelling of salt and fir, marsh and cedar. My characters are all hovering around the … Continue reading
A young boy, dressed in clean but threadbare jeans and a shirt that might have once been red, took in my leathers and my road-weary black Harley. He then shot me a look that was older than he was. “Mister? … Continue reading
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Sunlight befriends a digital stream of virtual heavy lifting, the meat of work devoured; tasks fall like pistachio husks. Night shadows a stream splashing the bowl when the hours are shy and don’t care who you are. I prefer the … Continue reading
I don’t care what time it is. I don’t care what day it is. I am here. (www.ripples.ca)
Little one, you are what precious means, your brand new feet are your favorite toys. Your gurgle girl smile melts my heart. I want to watch you grow into a lovely young woman, to feel the grace of it as … Continue reading
(With apologies to Bob Merrill, who wrote the doggie in the window song.–jrs) Who is that drunkard in the mirror, the one with the waggley face? Who is that drunkard in the mirror? I swear I’ve met him someplace. He … Continue reading
The night is still and round. An ocean rises from city traffic as my skin rejoices the fan whirling from the ceiling. I sit where the dog sleeps when he’s here. I can almost hear his stir and stretch as … Continue reading
Awake: cannot sleep. The deck beckons; I am rapt. Hello, Polaris.