Much like me, the dove returns to the same spot over and again — a comfy, solitary seat in the branches. It appears content, like its only wish was granted.
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Falcon
Falcon on the spire-like tip of a cypress. Same spot I saw it in a few months ago. Only now, enveloped by the wafting incense of California trees, like a morning fog.
Zoning anomaly
A freight train blows its hard horn (bright horn?) this morning. I live in the suburbs and I can hear it — me and my cat. There are tracks running through this town, and from time to time, rail crossings you might encounter unexpectedly, where you have to sit at the red light and waitContinue reading “Zoning anomaly”
Beyond the ordinary
(Setting: near a large horizontal window at a gala) Both stood and watched the window like a screen. Birds flew by to Chopin’s salon-friendly Nocturnes. The woman, holding champagne, smiled and beamed. Her burgeoning beau was charmed and stood close. They were having a Hollywood moment! The birds, like fish in a bowl, circled inContinue reading “Beyond the ordinary”
Trees as innocent bystanders
I heard the choppy sound of a low-flying helicopter lingering nearby this morning at 7:30 for many minutes. Finally, I looked out my window, and all I could see was a sky that was admiral blue and a faded moon, full and hovering over the dome-shaped crown of a towering green tree. I peered throughContinue reading “Trees as innocent bystanders”
Past middle age
I did not know: The Bird Man is a motorcyclist! Each day in his yard, pouring out fresh water for his feathered visitors, he hobbles to complete this daily task. And now, here he is, in usual T-shirt and sagging, beat-up denim, perched on the seat of a Harley — its engine choking and rumblingContinue reading “Past middle age”
In the age of air-hugs
I.With covid upon us, my weight spikes like virus cases in the U.S., but sometimes I wake up early enough to take walks With covid, I do switch to the opposite side of the street if I see you coming my way, mask or not With covid, I sometimes will watch a bus go byContinue reading “In the age of air-hugs”
On cheesecake
You can sit down to cheesecake. Served on proper plates with a fork, you cut into it for a well-selected piece. Cheesecake is romance food, and if you eat it solo, these are special moments with yourself. To eat cheesecake is to dominate and get what you want: it’s pliable yet firm, with no fallingContinue reading “On cheesecake”
Sporadic notes on cultural icons
Oscar Wilde was editor of Woman’s World magazine, 1887-89. He also championed conventional attire for men. John Lennon wore white. Fashion magazines will sometimes run his pic. During an interview, a tidily dressed David Bowie did a good rendition of Lennon, voice-wise. It was abrupt but went over well. Allen Ginsberg played finger cymbals andContinue reading “Sporadic notes on cultural icons”
