Poetry: The Thoughtful Squirrel

I need time to think, thought the squirrel, High up in a tree in the middle of winter. Yes, it was the exact center of the season When collecting acorns Should be done. But he had none. Months of play Did so pass Until he was Out of gas. Kaput Without A nut. Maybe thinkingContinue reading “Poetry: The Thoughtful Squirrel”

Every Chair Tells a Story…

I’ve been walking past this abandoned building in Carmel for ten years. Maybe it is a garage, or artist’s studio of historical importance, hence, there are often long delays in obtaining permits to fix it up. Recently I noticed a rusty folding chair has been placed in front, perhaps, for purposes of contemplation, or aContinue reading “Every Chair Tells a Story…”