Saturday, April 29, 2017

red without rhyme or puzzle pieces

There's that one photo.
New York.
A red wall.
A woman sitting.
Like that's her job.
Just sitting all day.

It's not a good photo.

Too much light.
Too much red.
Story ruined.
Until now.

A new lens.
Red as easy.
Stop sign.
Wrong way.
Brake lights.

Too easy.

How close am I to losing you?
Are you awake?
Can I ask you about today?
How close am I?
To losing you?
How close am I to losing?

You know the song.
I found what I love.
I asked for it.

Today I am grateful to be able to do what I love.

Thursday, April 20, 2017


Today I am grateful for love, peace and chicken grease.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017


It's the morning's theme not dissimilar to that way when in the early days of calling myself a writer I would declare in an inner voice and then in an outer one to those nearby possibly only in the proximity due to their curiosity of what parlor trick I would be performing next, "Today's word is hustle."

Then, "What do you think about that?"

They, less excited and more taken aback because weren't we just discussing their chest cold, would nod questionably but approving, "Yeah? I mean, yeahyeahyeah. I hardly got any sleep last night."

"But what do you think of when you think of the word hustle?"

They nod in an agreement of I won't give up. "It's good."

"That's what you think? It's good."


"So there's no negative connotation. Like you're hustling someone?"


"So it's about running on and the off the field, about giving it everything you've got, about purpose and drive, and the opposite of lazy."



Today I am grateful to remember to hustle.

Monday, April 17, 2017


I am grateful for the time we had. You were amazing, man.