Chill inside sunrise
Tarmac Meditations: Haiku # 5 – Hayward Dreams
Not here but for the ghosts
Tarmac Meditations: Haiku # 4
Creek, I am here now.
Tarmac Meditations: Haiku # 3
Pine needles brush them.
Tarmac Meditations: Haiku # 2
Come dark, when I rest.
Tarmac Meditations: Haiku # 1
A fallen branch for winter.
Tarmac Meditations #201: “Reflections on a Grey Day”
Some days I stumble over how I used to be flashy and useless. And then there are days when there are rainbows in the spray of surf that rolls in all the way from the South China Sea.
Tarmac Meditations #200: A Halloween Love Story
Slimy with cold sweat and fear, I knew I was in trouble, serious like a heart attack trouble. There was a pain in my chest that wasn’t just bad coke; it was too much of nothing for way too long. The Reaper was finally playing his hand, I could feel him right there, right now, I needed to get out.
Tarmac Meditations #199: Hudson’s Bay Blanket Reveries
I knew from my earlier experience in the 50s that if I was under my Hudson’s Bay blanket I would live forever, safe from whatever idiocies the adult world beyond my control could think up.
Tarmac Meditations #198: When You Come to a Fork in the Road
The long distance runner in me has come to know how best to let the “run” come to him on the day; and whatever the results, pretty, ugly, awful or so-so that there are some days when “it” all comes together, as if in a dream.
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