

tea time with the gardnertea time with the gardner in suburbia *as the husband maliciously returns to his personal paradise cascading red maloevelent ooze flowing up the driveway in the direction of the door with a chair seven feet behind it bearing the weight of atea time with the gardner
child playing electronic poker while the mother sits on the couch entertaining the therapist


a seagull's perspectivei soar over the tops of the vacant houses searching for morsels of food waiting for some kind soul to accidently drop a piece of bread or put out a bag the color of sable for which my family and i can tear aparta seagull's perspective
the water has turned yet another color today looks unappetizing as ever before yet now we are forced to savor each bit we can from it for avaricious humans will never allow us the opportunity of being their guests they don't realize we can be gracious by returning the favor in any manner possible
we may appear to be feuding often but this


changing of the seasonsspringchanging of the seasons
my vision is reflected in the canal while fish blow bubbles beneath the surface and seagulls drop shells by my head
the sun is blinding causing my visibility to be limited as i wait for the swan siblings to appear
they elegantly make their way over giving me a knowing glance silently pleading for just a crumb
for their home doesn't provide enough
to get them through the never-ending months and they know mine is always open
summer
i watched as the young child quickly ran across the deck to join her compani


a glimpse at the life of a...he glanced at her dull face, smirking all the while. "so you don't find poetry interesting?" he spewed, barely able to contain the laughter promising to rip his insides apart.a glimpse at the life of a...
"i find it quite the bore. it leaves nothing to the imagination. it is too short to comment, yet too involved to be considered conversational, too repetitive to be considered original. it doesn't offer any images which you could ponder over for any significant length of time, nor any actual beauty. it lacks substances, it acts only as a snapshot, not long enough to merit any