Ramen Days

RAMEN days, eking by, not feeling it. Then
STAID life, yards, mortgages, or wishes for such.
WOODY ambition can arise to hike among trees, go camping, be simple. Most days, though, you
BASTE, cook in your own need for richer flavors, bar for contentment rising.

A Place in the Story

UTILE, to get away, sit by fireplaces’s
DYING embers, recount your own story to yourself: vast, you a small player in it, yet
ENDOWed with role and place among the characters. Why
SULLY with grasping dreams or diminish by whispered “too small”?

Toe-ticking

The
TOCSIN rings its heraldic
TONIC, beginning of the new jazz
SUITE, a piece that quickly has our fingers
CLICKing, and toes ticking.

An Abyss Might Open

CLICKs—string section turns from bow, to tapping out our intuition:
TONIC will never sound this work’s last note.
SUITE races to conclusion: one vast, deep, discordant
TOCSIN. The building vibrates, an abyss might open.