Billy Collins says that a poet’s job is to look out a window and write what one see’s. As I sit in the sun room of our new second-floor apartment, I appreciate his insight. The closest window overlooks the unique houses across the street. It offers a view of the towering oaks behind them. It…

She lifts her torch to me. I do not return the favor. I’m too busy, stretching across the Bay. Bearing the Golden Gate from which they named me. Offering a way in, a way out, a way across. A way through. There is always a way. choppy water as the micro climate ends the moon…

A blanket of clouds eclipsed the sun. The temperature dropped accordingly. & the restaurant we intended to have dinner in had no open tables for two hours. Tired from our day of sightseeing Rochester, we followed our sorry-not-sorry host’s directions to a Sushi/Ramen restaurant located in the same mall. This one had plenty of seats.…