Friday, fish, and wine (A poem)

Inspiration has been in short supply the last couple of days. This is Friday’s sole poem (no pun intended): Friday’s fish is gone it’s time for the wine and an open journal on my lap Cinnamon and raspberries a quiet finish to the glass describing uncertain feelings I still taste the ketchup but only slightly [...]

Before I settle down to work (a poem)

Tired this morning after spending an hour and a half in horrible Seattle traffic last night. I found myself turning to ordinary details… The odor of bleach gives way to the smell of fish and chips with a hint of vinegar I’d almost forgotten it’s Friday a habit I have every week, like clockwork the [...]