The Path of No Path

Time to sit. Out the window Portland grows from partly sunny to mostly cloudy. Music that I like, but don't recognize plays through the coffee house speakers. Surrounded by other writers. Life is good. The hot chocolate, however, is a bit weak. Pine trees are pushed sideways and the flag pole quivers and bounces back and forth. The sky is shifting to ever darker shades of  gray. Today's sunny morning has turned into a more cold gray afternoon. Two women drink their coffee from large brown French-style cups that rattle nervously in their saucers, as the last few days events, and gossip are bantered about. The women are friends, but they sit far apart. Even a friendly touch between the two seems unpracticed and awkward. Animated and smiling, rich with gestures, she regales her friend; who looks downwards and scratches her head nervously. An odd conversational style, have these two. One leans in, to make point and the other leans away. Can a conversation be animated, yet st...

Collateral damage in the wake of a landslide Back wheels stick, bind, while front wheels stutter & twitch. Gnarled, arthritic hands tell a story punctuated by cracked nails and fresh bruises; she pushes her world in her own Safeway. Sweat from her matted hair slices its way down coarse & painful wrinkles. On my mega yacht, sipping the perfect Martini, stirred, never shaken. Bright sunlight refracts a single drop of water, slowly repelling down the crystal stem. Trickle down Reaganomics