Category Archives: Neighborhood

After Removal

The green above my cottage was removed,that leafed from scrawny trees and barred the waythe neighbors need for new construction, who’vethe right and are polite. I have to say,the absence of those limbs and leaves improvedthe look outside and light … Continue reading

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The Trees Still Stand

The trees still stand, but they’ll soon go awayto make room for the A.D.U. that’s plannednext door. The saw incurs a short delay.The trees still stand. My neighbors have decided to expandtheir dwelling space – of course I said okay.I … Continue reading

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Dead End

“No Outlet” read the sign I passed last week.Before I saw its front, I tried to guessits words. I backtracked just to get a peek,expecting “Not a Thru Street” I confess.When I was young, the wording was unique –so “Cul-de-Sac” … Continue reading

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The Silence Keep

The structure that they’re building to the eastof me, has now attained the framing stage.The concrete work is done. The noise decreased,and two-by-fours are starting to assuagemy zeal for future privacy – at least,I see few window spaces in the … Continue reading

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The Hyper Horde

The hyper horde of freshmen have besetmy town of late. They pouredfrom cars, offloading gear, incurring debt:the hyper horde. In blue-and-yellow gear they arrowed towardlong registration lines, to stand and sweat,while I avoided streets they tour-explored. But waiting for my … Continue reading

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Nextdoor Noise

It seems Nextdoor attracts a local groupwith whom I wouldn’t party or converseabout the things that interest me. Each scoopof news reports a lurk or something worse:invasion caught on camera from a stoop;smashed auto glass; a shoving grab of purse.They … Continue reading

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On 17th, in August

I’m not a nudist but I’ve been aroundsome clothing-optional environments:hot tubs, exotic beaches, places foundin wilderness or travel. No offensewas ever offered and I try to groundmy vision, but to me it makes no senseto bare the skin to San … Continue reading

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Passiflora

By planting passionflower once, I foundI didn’t like its ranginess – the wayits branches climbed in clusters from the groundand how it dominated the displaymy trellis offered, crowding till it crownedthe young wisteria in spring’s array.I pulled that passionflower vine … Continue reading

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Transit Sightings

Ahead of me, a woman walks uphill.She’s dressed for exercise, with phone to ear.She angles leftward toward the street, untilshe nears the curb, and then she turns to veerto right and plodding on her way, proceedszigzagging up the street. I … Continue reading

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A Little Late to Look

I ran a little errand yesterday –a morning amble to secure a snack.Outside the house, on sidewalk, feet awayfrom driveway, stood a suitcase, handle upand wheels below, abandoned I would say,like luggage airports warn us to avoid.The text was sent … Continue reading

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