date night in Santa Cruz, California . . . — After flirting with possibilities for the past two years, Ailani and Meg are slowly morphing into a couple. Rudy is Meg’s neighbor and volunteer helper, ever since she became disabled in a plane crash. Donnie is the foreman on Ailani’s communal farm, thirty minutes south of Santa Cruz. “No, that’s…

when all these wild wonders root for me . . . — There’s nothing more in life that I seek than to dwell in nature’s wild places trees stand strong even when I am weak and serene solitude embraces. Doubts evaporate when I’m blessed by open space, my fervent refuge deep verdant carpet beckons a rest from this drowning hateful deluge. Despite…

prompted by that interminable clicking . . . — Once again, showing off the writing finesse of my ninety-year-old English friend, Norman Tanti. After a paralyzing stroke at Christmas time, he has struggled to function physically. His mind is still sharp as a tack, however! The clicking of her ballpoint pen pecks away at my consciousness . . …

don’t neglect to protect the family jewels . . . — Norman Tanti (my ninety-year-old English poet-friend) has been slamming his shenanigans again. After I shared my poem about nudity with him yesterday, here’s the poem I received this morning. He wrote it last autumn to celebrate the birthday of his Naturist friend . . . A Naturist is a person…

and here’s my proof . . . — I’m a bona fide freeborn and here’s my proof I was born on the day that fireworks go poof. Don’t pray I’ll conform, no, not this freethinker beyond the perimeter twists the trail I tinker. Approaching the fourth, blasting off to sixty-six animating my mojo with trivial topless tricks. If…

civil liberties perish to politics . . . — In a land of forty million tommy guns dutiful dolls dote on their anglo sons whatever you say, dear here’s your next beer of course, gringos are the chosen ones. There once was a morphine court holy tenets they brazenly purport injecting patent fibs to trick unholy libs who mustn’t be allowed to abort…

free online book that’s well worth our reading time . . . — I admit, I’m not the first person to go read someone’s e-book since we all end up self-publishing a book (or a few) sooner or later. There are just too many books to read among all our favorite writers here. Chris Mooney-Singh tempted me to try writing a ghazal when…