Exercise #1

I remember seeing Robin Williams once, at the Seattle Art Museum. I was at the café, looking out the window at the street in one of those seats that is for people who are alone, just a stool and a counter. I heard a voice behind me and realized it was familiar. Familiar, here in … More Exercise #1

Snooze Alarm

Fog is like the valley pulling a blanket over itself and hitting the snooze alarm— “Not yet, sun.” This place must have had a hard day yesterday, all that grass to grow and leaves exchanging carbon dioxide for oxygen— all those birds to support on branches (but the orioles sway on slender reeds, showing off … More Snooze Alarm