Capers

Small skillet warming 

Onion chop

Butter

Few eggs

Crack

Sizzle

Sun is coming

Jazz on the deck spinning

Front room glowing 

New home dancing 

Dog scratching

Play

Long nights of reading the source

Find a way

Tomorrow

On today

Spinning 

No coffee

No Tea

Its all hot 

Small chatter from reflections

Remember the story 

Avoid the usual traps of negative language and remembrance

Eggs cooking

Toast ready

Rye

Plates handed down from another life left to you in a box near another box of old records

We make it work

Grinding through

Broken china

Hearts

Shaped like the range of the mountain you stare at while you write your soul on these here mornings 

Singular momentary woke culture

Stoicism 

Fake smiles gone 

Praise the energy field for freeing my existence 

Real laughter 

Smiles bold not precursor manipulative 

Genuine art 

Peace in the still and quiet sounds beyond the sizzle pop 

I Me I 

Raise that hand son

Step into this light

You can’t describe a stoop in the morning on the verge of spring time

Trains coming downtown with a faint smell in the air

Two places

Two 

Two ways to do things

Random stops on the travels

Mountain air from a salt water hot tub 

New found gaps

Skip 

White flowers blooming 

Rich hands but still flowers

Smile king

Yesterday I could smell the lake in the sunshine

Private path

Oasis 

Baptized new mold for the authentic inner workings 

Life cycle moon dreams 

Wings

Potency morning ritual 

Tweak the edges

Sweat 

When I walk away from the edges into the depths I will see you there

Wait