Price tags

30 Days of Handwritten Verse, day 21.

Just guessing

30 Days of Handwritten Verse, day twenty.

Deferred costs

30 Days of Handwritten Verse, day nineteen.

Can't we all just get along?

30 Days of Handwritten Verse, day eighteen. When I started scribbling down a few other attempts at this haiku, I was thinking about something that happened in Philadelphia a week ago, when a gay couple was attacked by what could best be described as a small mob. Not a proud moment for a city I love. It doesn’t matter to me personally whether you approve or disapprove of anyone’s lifestyle or belief system. I don’t doubt these were factors driving at least some of the attackers, but that’s not what scares me… Read More

Why we can't have nice things

30 Days of Handwritten Verse, day seventeen. A few days ago I went to put on my wedding ring, and I couldn’t find it. At the time I assumed it would turn up in one of the usual places — by the kitchen or bathroom sink, or maybe in my car. Now I’m starting to panic a little.

Pragmatic pups

30 Days of Handwritten Verse, day sixteen.

Just because

30 Days of Handwritten Verse, day fifteen.

Let go

30 Days of Handwritten Verse, day fourteen.

Power washing blues

30 Days of Handwritten Verse, day thirteen.

Recalibrated

30 Days of Handwritten Verse, day twelve.