just Sunday

it's just timing for a short drive and shorter lines it's just breakfast and toe work and tile work it's just four eggs boiling for a...

Out in the Country

We have a stand of trees on the west side of the house. For years, a turkey has lived there. She has her babies; they make turkey noises...

Thoughts- A Haiku

Laying on firm ground Raining past a cloudless sky Thoughts pierce through thin air

A Mark

What is love if not a poem No fear shows up in a poem Though there is boundless fear in love Courage in love Healing in love A mark Typed...

the loft

this loft this place where love waited to fill its vast space with us where closets filled over spilled with us this place where love...

Hushed by the News

Grabbed by the… …country. In some alternative universe, Somewhere far away, safe, left behind by some mordant twist of fate Reason sits:...

Bring a Big Boulder

For Jassy Bring a Big Boulder Bring a big boulder to bear Round the curves and swerves Up the breakneck bluffs Down into lowly swales To...

As Close as I Could Get Today

I tried hard to capture a moment for you way up in the sky where the morning moon hung in half against a blue, blue sky. Careful on icy...

Back to the House at Pooh Corner

I was showing a friend, a coworker, how to see houses on Google maps the other day. She was excited. We looked at her house in England,...

Remember What the Door Mouse Said...

So here’s my list for 2019. Everyone needs a list, I’m big on lists. So much to be done; this list barely touches my goals. 1. To finish...

Poetry by Nick Jones

Head bent, shoulders hunched Staring at the screen Constantly scrolling Now typing away Time for a new post Instagram, Facebook Snapchat...

Bridges Ice First

As I watch the snow fall Deep, thick, cold I think about the homeless Cold and alone under Bridges icing first. As I drive country roads...

If Only I Were Sleeping

38yrs ago today, at roughly the 6am hour, I rose from my bed, walked down the stairs, flipped the power to the stereo on. John Lennon’s...

Notes from the Edge: Bohemian

We’ve been a little slack over the last seven days at Culture Salad. Babies, holidays, grandchildren, a poetry challenge (365 poems in...

Waking Up

You bob up, catch a bit of air Then sink down Slowly Deeply You saunter up, sit a minute Drop a hint Of this And that You stand up,...