donna...

another hunter...

no sketches no brews the sketch...

no sketches no brews...

There are no geraniums this morning
Jazz concerts
Waterfronts or wishing
Pianos or trumpets
No time
No keeping time
No sketches
No brews

Miles is gone
*
My friend, Jack, thinking about Miles
*
In a dream last night <>

blue yoga...

karen...

wonderful haiku by lucijane, a friend...

Petals of glowing fire
Beneath a soft light moon.
Relativity.