Apparition in Seattle
The fog was beginning to burn off and reveal the sun streaked sky. A voice in my head rang like a hymn, saying, why work today? Stop and go. Stop and go. A little closer now. A little closer now.
Thug Raid at 4 a.m.
The raid happened swiftly. Under the cover of night where the moans and groans would be a little softer and the insolence suppressed by the tremor of wakefulness. RV’s lined the street sandwiched between an industrial park and rail yard. The police ushered all the campers out of their RV’s, took their names, or whatever…
Homeless / Seagulls
At the freeway on ramp The seagulls stand fifty yards In front of the homeless, Both beg for scraps, The homeless man stands Without a sign, palms up, Missing shoe, maybe a smile, Stands under a sign That says Thank you _________? For trashing Seattle. I cannot look either, the homeless man, or the bird,…
Hey listen I know I chose to have kids and join the ranks of parents that, let’s face it, we are all still trying to rebel against, the parents we’re still pretending that we won’t become. But could you go ahead a do me a favor? Could you at least not act like every time…