Charles Bond

 There was a scene in front of the old Chuy’s, Tempe, an outdoor gig, late afternoon, people everywhere, blues band playing, Charles was sitting with friends at a table near the stage, I just arrived wandering around the excitement, people partying, Charles sees me, interrupts his conversation, stands up and starts shooting the shit with me -I start to get in to it talking about everything and whatnot -so happy to see him - he then cuts our chat short, walks up to the band on stage, grabs his guitar off the stand and with out a hesitation launches into a guitar solo totally in keeping with the time and energy of the band that was playing - slipping in the jam like it was a nice suit jacket. 

My Right Shoe

My right tennis shoe squeaked incessantly today, sounding like a chirping Quail! Which explains why all day a family of Quail followed my pants legs everywhere I went. The only way I could get rid of them was by crossing the road immediately in front of an approaching Amazon truck.

spider on a thread

 this night 

in my backyard 

a spider appears 

on a thread 

streaming 

from the tip 

of an Ocotillo branch

the spider drifting 

on its strand of web 

into the air as the light 

from my nearby 

landscape lights glint

off the delicate web

revealing its course 

and make it appear 

as if it were a comet 

with its tail wisping 

across a starry sky