Category: Week 4


A thin sheet of flour covers everything. Sweat pools on the eyebrows of the person tending to the oven. In the background a lady is singing to the room full of people. A server is pouring beer. The manager is watching the floor, biting his nails.



Green moss clung to old growth that coated the ridge side. A few patches of snow littered the ground below the evergreens. Overcast with a touch of rain. There is water trailing down the path.


Everyone’s mouth is closed. The table is set for 4, only 3 are seated. Painted eggs and tulips decorate the table. Lights are off but but sun brightens the room. Fathers eyes are on the son. Mothers eyes are on the front door.


Trees are bent over by the force of wind coming from the west. Clouds are scattered, the sun and blue sky make up the rest. Windows of City Hall act as mirrors. A bus passes parallel with a silver sedan. The cross walk says stop.   

Sunday Night Show

Late night show in which I find myself in a sea of people with their backs to me focused on the trio on stage. Red lights back dropped the mesmerizing musicians. First artist, acoustic, voice causing audience to sit still. Second artist, dark beat of the drums and Gibson guitar glaring under the overhanging lights. Left before third set.