Sunday, July 31, 2011

Why do you end the conversation
as soon as I spot a flaw
in your argument?

Saturday, July 30, 2011

The sky is patched with ragged
clouds that let the blue

leak through.

Friday, July 29, 2011

Like the lengthy shadows of
late afternoon, imagined wrongs
can seem very significant.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Whale song summons a listening attitude,
not one that is insistent or obtrusive.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

To interpret a speed limit sign as
indicating the minimum speed allowed

rather than the implied maximum,
is to show little concern for prolonging life.

Monday, July 25, 2011

A flock of sparrows arranged
themselves along the top
of the chain link fence

like little feathered finials.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

An unfortunately timed yawn
can bring a romantic moment

to an abrupt end.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

This road was not paved
with good intentions, just
dust and shadows.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Every public park hides evidence
of the phantom presence
of the homeless.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

In rough seas, each overhanging crest
of a wave wears an even nastier scowl
on its face than its predecessor.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Googie architecture decorates
many of my stranger

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

It is two a.m. and my brain is inflamed.
I thought to extinguish it with the ink from my pen,
but it only fueled the fire.

Monday, July 18, 2011

An ornate frame
may be preferable to that
which it contains.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Modern art exists in everyday life.

(note: photo is of a bolt securing a light pole to its base and was shot from directly overhead. Color is true)

Saturday, July 16, 2011

A buoy tethered in a turbulent
ocean of indigo colored waves
breaks the silence.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Magnificent sounds bursting
from the huge pipe organ
cudgel me sensuously.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Sunday was so foggy it was as if
the landscape had been masked out
with liquid frisket.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Many small stones
can be found within a
mountain of words.

Monday, July 11, 2011

I looked out my window this morning
and cried, because the blinds had
sliced the sky to ribbons.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Keep pen and paper by your bedside,because the creative impulse is like sickness;
It can wake you up in the middle of the night
searching for a place to spew your insides.
Impaling an earthworm on a fish-hook
leaves both of us squirming.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Footprints found
where two paths cross were
those of passing strangers.

Friday, July 8, 2011

B-17 Flying Fortresses and B-24 Liberators
had ball turrets that bulged

like a frog's eyes.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Weekdays the shopping mall is less like a
shrine to conspicuous consumption,
and more like an Old West ghost town.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Thanks to Laura Ashley,
I sleep in a flowerbed.
Cold fear follows the significant crack
occurring beneath my feet as I
cross the frozen lake.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Grandma's house smelled of both
freshly baked bread and the
fustiness of old age.

Monday, July 4, 2011

Main Street is only four short blocks
in length, with an enormous expanse
of windswept prairie at either end.
There are those with a predominant
color in their wardrobe; the more Gothic

are preoccupied with black.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Vanity won't exaggerate its
wrinkles by smiling
very much.
Some artists reduce their reality
to color at the expense of the other
constituent elements.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Automobile showrooms are
dumb shows of machines
with no concept of velocity.

Friday, July 1, 2011