another year gone

the traditional sauerkraut
salty as tears

Say what you will about the lizard brain;

it would be useful to have an unblinking third eye to keep track of the sun.

of our clueless questions and our rapacious gaze?

the acrid odor / of a stinkbug’s fear / kitchen spider

skull / on my filing cabinet / still has all its teeth

two spiders feed on a white moth

blunders across a pair of painted tulips

ideal for the indoor desert face the snow

on the fogged-up window to view the sunrise