Writing

A dark, clear night

The ferns sway to invisible music

The leaves whisper their

sweet secrets

Perfect for stargazing

You lay out the blanket

It's golden like the first rays of sun

You can't skip over the third stair

if you're sneaking into the kitchen

because all the stairs creak,

just in different ways.

They don't talk about the light

in the closet

The United States is not looking for a President with the best policy. As far as policy goes, it is almost never about the person on the ballot.

Fall is the time

For the sound of leaves crunching under your feet

            (But the leaves are green and growing, they never fall)

"Woo-hoo!

The buttoned-down ambiance of the conservatively dressed headmaster/headmistress mirrors the tight-fitting black blazers and gray slacks and red plaid skirts of the boys and girls filing past in the hallways of my old grammar school.