Corn dogs flew high for three minutes and sixteen seconds. I burned the rule book to the ground. My friends were absorbed by the music.
Mindfulness, meditation, parking meters, poems, love notes and library books
When Center City parking meters still gulped quarters, Pierre would encourage friends and neighbors who had yet to meet to drop a quarter in an expired meter to save that friend a ticket.
Dirty hands drawing a circle
Closer to the water, the mud, sand and muck that coat the rocks begins to cover one’s hands and, with the passing of enough time, begins to dry on the skin.
Dream of the Zen Blue Hat
In my mind’s eye, the stacks appeared so close together as to barely allow two people to pass by without rubbing against one another. To sit together on the floor and read, one would need to scrunch up in a ball and block traffic.