Found while stripping away wallpaper. Along with a lot of silver paint used on the woodwork.
Not anywhere I’d want to go. This could be the prompt for a Stephen King novel.
This bus died long ago beside a remote Maine highway along with some truck trailers and more.
Winter Storm Watch
Slow Emergency
a natural wilderness
rarely still
within me
OK, maybe it’s only to their next meal. After a short nap.
Playing with a reflector lampshade while staying at an air b’n’b.
with a monk’s prayer for good bread
daily needing and kneading
after manna or
a rice bowl
should I be begging, Zenlike,
hand me pasta and potatoes
followed by cake
all praise to whatever
I’ll blissfully polish away
with a portion for Buddha or a stray squirrel
yes, to be made in an image
wednesday lists several directions
Not every green mold is penicillin.
All that is mold does not shimmer.
Deep roots are not touched by the frost.
– with apologies to J.R.R. Tolkien
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