Stranger Haiku.

My very sight, sound, and scent move me on to be with you. These are requisites for my instincts that generate such profound feelings for you.

A neighborhoods is a curious entity. Mine is the last stretch of the South Shore Drive. We don’t borrow cups of sugar but we do have much in common.

Just a short vignette about Hawaii.

Living in a trailer park…

A flash piece written in response to the growing murder rate in New Orleans.

Just the way it is.