And so... Another Loose Thread Runneth... Yes, another 'loose one' running and funning through OB... Ever stitching Sisyphusly... Has sewn together a part 3... This stitch came easily... It's none other than me... And yes, of course I think he's …

I b right on Brighton... Brighton Avenue alley and late Sunday afternoon and our Universe's Heart, the Lantern for a Milky Way is a raging Fireball of Orange... Warmth for those of us on varied paths, crossing paths with its …

So let's call him Flamingo and his scruffy ZZ-Top bearded, wire rim wearing hippie sidekick Ringo. Flamingo lives in a rode hard full metal box of wreckage. And he drives the midnight blue Dodge mini-van, Z Richochet edition, of scrapes …

Bus 35... Old Town Trolley Station... El Cajon Transit Center... And then Bus 888 to Jacumba... Yah man, I'd done the weather check. Rain, snow, 30 mph plus wind, and the hard to swallow word 'whiteout' came up... Susie, a …

December is here. Time for our silly winter and chilly wave-filled Christmas. Silly and chilly, that's me and ever grateful, ever still so thankful for 'thanks' & 'giving'. Thankful for you. Thankful for the loose change, the plastic and aluminum, …

"Can I brush your hair," I asked from inside a curl of empathy? The old, nearly toothless witch weazed as her peach core brown and bloodshot eyes slowly lifted like two cardboard boxes full of rotting tomatoes. Three crooked brownish-yellow …

Nobody grows up saying, "Mommy, mommy... When I get big,I wanna stitch and weave seams of Reality together." No one I know aspires to become a thread, aimlessly wandering through the fabric of conditioned Existence. That is, no one but …

Around the age of seven I wrote a poem. I cannot recall much of it but the last couple of lines ended with something like: OOOOOOO... I want to know this so-called Mr. Death... Does it all really begin or …

And then... I'm standing on the corner of the rest of my life, another homeless day on Sunset Cliffs Blvd... I walk on in through these gates, up some stairs and into a piece of Lutheran Church. She asks, "Do …

And then... (Just a few days ago) It's another sip of Breakfast Blend, another slurp from a medium roast, another tilted Mermaid toast, another OB morning in Starbucks. This place might not work for the hardest of 'core' locals or …

So... I'm raking, weeding, sweeping, painting, and hanging... Wind chimes, a long strand of em, 18 bluebells with sunflowers painted on Sanskirt style. At least 18 angels must be hanging around me as well. I need the cash. I'd found …