Category Archives: Neighborhood

The Oakland Nod

I’ve lived in these parts all my adult years,enjoying weather and topography,admiring how my neighborhood appears,inhaling bay-washed air. Diversityabounds and has accustomed me to seethe postures in the streets, the manner howthe Oakland nod goes up initially –a greeting that … Continue reading

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Bracketing

As when a high-rise building is allowedto stand above, behind, and at each sideof some historic storefront, there’s a crowdof new construction bordering my prideand joy, the haven where I love to bide.My cottage has existed 80 yearswithout a neighbor. … Continue reading

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More Walls

No sooner does the eastern building rise,than framing to the north of me begins.At least this one will not assault my eyes –it happens that I’m windowless that way.I’m hopeful neighbor noise won’t agonize(the owners seek no tenants for the … Continue reading

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Overgrowth

Though common palms are tufted more than limbed,they constitute a threat if they ignite.Dead fronds that hang like bangs should all be trimmedbefore a spark or flame sets them alight.Exploding like a fireball’s a sightnobody wants to witness, for the … Continue reading

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Market Musing

I walked 2,000 steps toward south and east,to buy some groceries that filled my pack.I looked at clouds and with the weight increased,I waited for a bus to take me back.I saw the clouds hint drizzle’d come at least.I noted … Continue reading

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But Don’t They Care?

But don’t they care about the noise they add?To broadcast music in the local airwhile building next to me? It makes me sad,but don’t they care? I heard it from within my napping chair,and I’ll admit I felt a little … Continue reading

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Neurodiverity

The autism spectrum appears to be wide –more nuanced than visible light.While some demarcations are identifiedI doubt that the shrinks have it right. When Sally said neurodivergent’s the word,I think Siggy tossed in his grave,and Carl’s ghost suggested the notion’s … Continue reading

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Three Stations

Three stations situated near my place –Downtown, Rockridge, and Ashby – are arounda 30-minute walk I oft embrace.The first is up, the others underground.The stroll’s more interesting, is what I’ve found,in north or south directions. But the west(to Ashby, fewer … Continue reading

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Incipient Windows

Erection moves along beyond the wallof brick that borders to the east of here.It hasn’t been a silent build at all,and as it grows its western features rear:four holes ill-placed are windows in the tallexpanse (two stories), where no view … Continue reading

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Bad Actors

The first offense was small, but when I trippedon faulty pavement right outside the store,the merchant didn’t move – his lips were zipped.No courtesy or care was offered. Morethan that event, they overcharge for sure,and when I pointed out the … Continue reading

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