Friday, January 31, 2025

The eagle watches 

unfazed by the squabbling gulls,

waiting for its time 


Thursday, January 30, 2025

The firelight draws 
out a sense of comfort with
deep and ancient roots

Wednesday, January 29, 2025

Tuesday, January 28, 2025

Even the pharaohs 
are just dust now, swirling in 
an endless cycle 

Monday, January 27, 2025

Exhalations come

condensed in the cold air and 

sweat freezes in hair 

Sunday, January 26, 2025

Sometimes the only 

answer is a large stack of

pancakes and bacon 

Saturday, January 25, 2025

Friday, January 24, 2025

Dust motes in the strong

morning light call to me to

get my ass in gear 

Thursday, January 23, 2025

As Matisse lay in 

bed unwell he continued 

to make gorgeous art  

Wednesday, January 22, 2025

Monsters are men not

myths nor mysteries, ghastly

in their normalcy 

Tuesday, January 21, 2025

Monday, January 20, 2025

No content in that

character, just a yawning 

featureless chasm 

Sunday, January 19, 2025

The silence lasts for

but a moment as the snow 

quietly collects 

Saturday, January 18, 2025

Titles and miens throw 

shadows to distract from the

true measures inside 


Friday, January 17, 2025

Not ready to go

but the fuse has been lit; the

timer ticking down.

Thursday, January 16, 2025

Cracked, chipped, and gnarled by

time, but still beautiful in 

its decrepitude 

Wednesday, January 15, 2025

My mind is empty 

today like the infinite 

space of a clean page 

Tuesday, January 14, 2025

 Confabulate life

from a half-remembered dream

or simply fake it 

Monday, January 13, 2025

Soon the parade will 

arrive with ballyhoo and 

bedlam spreading wide 

Sunday, January 12, 2025

 There, the season of 

Mardi Gras has begun, but

here it's just damn cold 

Saturday, January 11, 2025

Thoughts mirror the bleak

day of biting cold letting 

icy words slip out  



Friday, January 10, 2025

A leaning dog steals 

a glance hoping for something,

a treat or a pat 

Thursday, January 9, 2025

An empty can rolls 
down the emptier street and
I, emptiest, watch  

Wednesday, January 8, 2025

A crow feather in

my hand catches the light and

goes from black to blue 

Tuesday, January 7, 2025

 Sapling shivers in 

the frigid wind waiting for 

spring to thaw and grow 

Monday, January 6, 2025

The river pushes 

ice against the shore grinding

it down (metaphor)



Sunday, January 5, 2025

Yell at the walls in 

a one-sided exchange and 

still manage to lose


Saturday, January 4, 2025

Follow through or don't

since in the end it's on you

and no one else, pal

Friday, January 3, 2025

The strong morning light

spotlights a single mourning 

dove waiting for food 

Thursday, January 2, 2025

Wednesday, January 1, 2025

Trampled confetti 

and a busted noisemaker 

tell the night's story