Loneliness forms silently like layers of rust on an unused surface. What if kindness is an antidote to loneliness? Some sort of unintended return on a moment. An exchange of glances, a connection of eyes trading a gesture for an expression – causing a change.

Proof can be as slight as making another smile. Anonymous as packaging food for strangers who need or preparing a meal and joining hungry people. As lasting as giving an abandoned animal a new home. Quiet as standing by a friend whose luck changed. Sudden as showing up at a door that hides abuse. Strong as being a wall for momentary blocking and pushing off into a new direction.

The gift of kindness may not tip a permanent scale to be measured on some karmic score card but it might simply remove a layer.

I’m the kind of person who ________




(aka. The Line)”










Tired eyes awaken anyway to stare

through coffee steam  Blended lines



Torn stubs fall

from an overbooked calendar pausing

to be glanced at like posters once stapled to a pole


Sore feet crush grass burnt brown and bleached

in time


Fresh wrinkles appear like scars

on a machine built for speed— traded for a moment


Photos pile

waiting to be reflected on and laced into history


Energy spent, bartered and consumed

in the season of the sun  Leave one Summer’d