sitting here feeling like a used car
one part after the other failing me
the aroma of fresh brewing coffee
wakes my brain cells
Thoughts on the California Drought
Just Checking
Probably for the fifth time during the night I check my phone. I haven’t got up to check. I steal a look only because I’ve got up.
Urban Longing (Sonnet)
To be born in a paradise of green
Rich crops in fields protected by scarecrows
Amidst trees, flowers and endless hedgerows
Below hilltops that overlook the scene
Stretching far across an idyllic dream.
Is to know, that urban longing follows
To escape from rural woodland hollows
Towards the big city’s magnetic gleam.
Yesterday in Istanbul
Normally, getting out of bed in the morning feels like oppression. Sleep beckons, I go and earn wages, and the news is filled with political lies and reports of casualties from bombings. Men make me feel objectified and my clothes don’t fit right, but yesterday, something strange happened.
The Last Painting of Sara De Vos by Dominic Smith
The most venerable and old world thing your family can be in New York City is Dutch. They were the founders of the city and one third of the city flag is orange, in honor of the House of Orange.
Smart, Very Smart
Jimmy Carter looked green
as he delivered his last state
of the union. Of course, everyone
did on the old Magnavox for ten