I emerged from a cocoon and flew away. But, I have returned today with all of my legs moving. It is raining and I was dreaming I should stop by to say hi. Hi, there. May your wings take you beyond your dreams.
We often have interesting visitors during the night.Shy creatures with big eyes imbued with whirling pools of unfathomable depths.It is said, you are not supposed to look into them for fear they might steal your soul and leave you lost in a black fog like Alzheimer’s.I definitely wouldn’t want that, but I have to admit, I look into those whirling pools anyway.Continue reading →
Pigeon Picasso had a bird’s purpose
to whitewash and paint San Francisco;
the one that was, was growing drab
with gray cement and dirty halo.
So, he took to eating raspberry jam
and splatter-dabbed rich ruby reds;
even the statues regained some luster
as Pigeon Picasso wrought brighter heads. Continue reading →