Leaf below bare fig: The skin blushing from fall, covers Eden's guest. God is getting old. We dread that 3am call. Could be any day.

‘Hi I am Tent.  Part of Unusual Names Anonymous.  I implore you all to introduce yourselves.’ ‘Hi I’m Uluru, formerly known as Ayers.’ ...

I call you, Mum, to remember the dead. You change the topic.   I burn candles, while you blanket infernos.   Fire cracks your coffee cup,...

I'm clipboard copy/paster saved for later put me in your library then delete forever

Property too expensive? Live in a shoebox. Cemetery too expensive? Dead in a shoebox.   Like the bird, broken necked by a window that...

Da Vinci smiled, seeing himself in the albumen. Yeah, I know that smile too. I've sung those highway blues.  All are self-portraits to her.

Some things are like the rain. Though you can feel it up close, it is easier to see from a distance, or surmised when walking a soft field.

AFTER THE RAIN: Birds misnomer the field with seed. Months later, the harvest arrives.

The sun is black, if you look at it enough.

Long after the tree withered, orange quartered, marmalade slathered, glass jar shattered; A buried shard enters flesh, waking a sleeping...

I wake up feeling like I've lost a fortune.... I will not sleep in those mansions again. The wealth is housed by others. It's too late.

The Necropolis: A city that always sleeps, Except late last night.   Waking for event, Cemetery members' draw, Grandma wins trinkets.

Open your big eyes, telling me lies. Soul mate -- bye bye -- washing machine.

I spend life waiting, for you to ask for magic. Rabbit dies in hat.

Impressionism: Your sunsets weren't that blurry. My photos prove it.

My grandma in her late age, would speak to me of old loved ones passing.   When she listed names, I would narrow my eyes, nod slowly and...

Medicine The mirror/bathroom Behind the visage Behind the glass and film Lies the medicine cabinet. I peel back the mirror’s face, to...

INT. KITCHEN - DAY Landline phone. Middle-aged. TRENT GORMAN is on the phone. The house is cluttered with things. Trent is crying.  ...

What problems to solve? We die, we die, we die, we die, we die, we die, we die, love.   Personal troubles: Think solving life's problems...

Sit with overwhelm. Take a breath and give one back, life's only request.