California leads the way.

It was just an old lamp that had seen better times.but it wasnt wasnt what it looked like tthat counted.Its what the old lamp did is what got the atttention.

Two poems about vanity and life.

Just a poem.

So many homes have been foreclosed upon recently. There’s a house on the end of my block and no one lives in it any longer. It’s sad because this house was once a home and it was inhabited by people I knew.

Woody – woodpecker.

Yours, mine, theirs.

This gentleman was tall, way too thin for his build, wearing no coat and it was only 23 degrees outside and beginning to spit fine snow!

Big eye window houses talking to each other in the town. One Jack of trades hurries to pass them all.

Immediately after I realized he pointed the gun straight at me, I started to run for safety. It was me there and it was for real.