Work

Curious...

Are we a masochistic species?

Going around our daily business
Driving...

Dying Trades

The stone mason

he was old now
his hands unsteady.
The...

I'm working on this art
Like my life depended on a broken heart
To pick up the pieces of...

There once they ran
Gliding, as does the wave
Bleeding fingertips
Sitting alone one...

Exquisitely pouring out that classical XO Remy Martin, for my dearly departed, keep a Quarter Million...

A Working Mans love poem.

I wake up in the morning
With sleep in my eyes.
I slumber...

Nut-cracked snails and a road-killed goose,
go very well with goats and beets.
It's Christmas...

Her eyes looked at him.
From across her office cubicle.
He had been working here
forr...

" GOOD MORNING, MY NEW SWEET SECRETARY!
I WANT TO COMPLETELY FILL YOU IN
ON THIS OFFICE,S...

Look at these hands
Which have been scarred, tarred
Feathered, and run out of town
...

They walk a fine line,
Carried over the twisted crooked cracks
Resolving the split forks in...

My financial situation does seem bleak

A new enterprise I choose to seek

For alchemy was my...

Life goes on at a frenetic pace

It's hard to find calmness in a rat race

It can be a lonely...