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MY SKY

my sky is stirring tonight      electric, etched, pulsing        bristling pacing, mysterious, dark twinkling ancient, vast, infinite blowing tonight my sky blankets every inch of sweeping expanse, sealing every crack with cold forgiveness                                that I need my sky lights up in the dark propels moon and stars round the earth   pinpoint beacons            track in               tiny precision tonight-- this sky is mine

CHANGE

On a failed night outside in the fog a friend says I'm going into real estate or maybe sales, yeah sales, he says... Silver hair curled in a froth  Cars, books, door to door The waitress asks, Ale or stout? and I say ale My keyboard is empty words don't come all the time-- there are many-- but they don't go together all that well that is, when I try and the waitress brings beer and scoops up bills and says Do you want change?

STAR POWER

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Big Bear City is slow-moving today, locals riding bikes and humming with a rhythm that is familiar to mountain resorts during summer months. It’s a combination of business owners and craftsmen covering their daily chores and ski resorts performing maintenance on lift chairs high on the slopes. A rider in street clothes, lank gray hair and flannel shirt, slides his cycle into the rack in front of Vons, hangs in front of the store for a few moments, as if wondering if there’s enough money to buy what he wants,  settling instead maybe for what he needs. The sun is bright at 7000 feet and feels hot on my forehead and arms, thin air letting the sting of ultraviolet rays tingle on my skin. The lake is deep blue-green, boats bob in the breeze. At the back end of the town the lake reaches shore near the airport and a few twin-engine planes position for takeoff, their props a blur of motion as they crawl across the tarmac to the head of the runway. The highway splits at the corner ba...

THE GUMBO POT

I feel good just thinking about eating here. Outdoors under an awning at the Farmer's Market in Los Angeles, the French Quarter Muffuletta and creole potato salad put me in such a good mood I walk around the block to the Fairfax lighter on my feet, if a couple of pounds heavier. No matter...just the idea of eating Creole in LA makes me happy, happy , happy. Be my guest!  Click to the link and you're there..online anyway. THE GUMBO POT