Classic City Arcade 0625

Gray Ponytail Bingo at the Anti-Nevidimyy Monarkhy Faktion gathering on Town Square...
Richard K. visiting from the Eureka Redwoods...
Mr Daystrom dreaming of flight...
Mr Zack judging ’cue down at Hot Corner...
8TG crushing the chinches...

A Climber Descends

From the old worn eaves
she passes through the window
and down the photinia tree
to leave a quiet ‘hello’

Chemical Broth: Un Nutriment Édifiant

Five Leaves Echo from Stratum K

Pentafolious reiterations hint from the past...

Prizonye Prezan

Le Crâne Écrasé au Jus

A tavola non s’invecchia

The red sauce joint was gloomy and rather empty this early in the afternoon. Scant light cast from the faux Tiffany lamps overhead. Some dust drifted in a lone sunbeam intruding from a curtained window.
  At a table in the center of the room Miss Nadoghy slow drew spoonfuls of minestra maritata to her mouth. Malinconico poked pensively at his baked ziti. Time stood still, but for only a moment.
  “It’s a very special day,” she said contentedly.
  And it was.