All Things Considered by J.D. Heskin My life is not perfect. For instance, the chair I am sitting on leans to the left and the burger I just ate was too spicy. It is clouding up outside. Rain will soon appear. I haven't heard the birds sing since November. A payday brings little to brighten my life and the last person who greeted me with warm feelings has left my memory. I have no friends, but my dog loves me, though she can be demanding at times. Still, it is not a bad life. And I celebrate each day in a study of contemplations. I marvel in the quiet times of coffee, at my experience of good luck and health. And that I have outlived all my expectations. ©2002 by J.D. Heskin J.D. Heskin resides in a northern Minnesota city. His work can be found in such diverse places as Red Lamp, Southern Ocean Review, Snakeskin, ArtWord Quarterly, Poetry Magazine, Prairie Poetry and American Outback Journal.

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