And now about the weather...
WinterThe cold is beginning to recede,retreating as gradually as it came.Allowing our frozen bodies time to thaw,regain the warmth that sustains us.Longer days of lasting lightilluminating the darkened...
View ArticleSimple pleasures
A quiet beer.The anticipation of it fills my days,and I wait anxiously,like the head of a beer,spilling over onto the bar.I can taste it.
View ArticleTo Past Lovers
I just wanted to let you know that I think about you.And not because I want it to change anything,but because it's good to know when you're thought about.How a little bit of you rubs off on someone...
View ArticleTime to hope
Tell me how it is.How you've becomethe you you've become,and I the me?Yesterday and yesterpassion and yesterdreamno longer.So here,so now,so what?We remaining in the rubbleWe real amongst the dreamtWe...
View ArticleThe Dance
and that's the dancethe constant movement of you and Ias we become usthe spinningand circlingand spiralingin which you and I bluryour texturesand curvesand colorsand lightnesscomplimentingmy...
View ArticleThe Children
Along the narrow path they moved slowly.Large droplets of water had formed on the branches above, and the occasional coolness splashed their huddled faces.They did not hold hands, or have their arms...
View ArticlePages and Memories
The image is of a table by a windowsill on a summer's early evening.The yellow glow of the setting sun paints a beveled texture of light and shadow.Sitting alone on the tables rounded edge is a lone...
View ArticleA New Morning
The noxious red of the clock read 5:45 as it screamed the arrival of the morning. The rays of the sun had yet to illuminate the darkened room, and the stillness of the early morning cradled him like a...
View ArticleThe Little Things
It was a wet Christmas Eve. Not a soft white wet, but the cold slushy kind. We spent the evening at my Grandmom's house, my parents talking with Aunts and Uncles while us cousins huddled around and...
View ArticleA Letter Home
K- ,It stopped snowing last night Dear. Its been coming down for so long I’ve forgotten what the sea looks like. Up here it clumps together and gets swirled around so quickly in the restless, salty...
View ArticleThe First Time
When Jess’ parents met my parents she was still in surgery.Jess wouldn’t have wanted me to call her parents, but I didn’t know who else to call.She started having the seizures just before dinner.They...
View ArticleBricks (completed)
Piling higher and higher, the bricklayer laid his bricks.One after the other, after the other, after the other.The wall reached for the sky, an artificial barrier declaring within and without.His was a...
View ArticleThe End of the Evening
Lying alone on the sofa, cushioned by a pillow and some music, he remembers how it went. A weekend consists of 48 hours (maybe 60 if you squeeze). To spend the majority of those hours with another, to...
View ArticleBy the Water's Edge
Sitting alone on a deck of woodLay below a pool of ocean floodNight's rays iridescent tinkling unrulyPromising something that they're never trulyA day of light, a night of lessShadows uncovering our...
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Wanting (draft)
Her bracelet was a shimmering slinky, crawling up and down her slender wrist. She had this way of talking with her arms, painting big broad portraits in the summer air. Ordinary stories painted in...
View ArticleBedtime Stories
While I don't remember all the details, there were always these funny little stories my mommom used to tell us kids. I'll do my best to recreate......Things are well. Just today I saw a sugar plum...
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The great unknown
He lived high above a concrete city. Streets of concrete, buildings of concrete, sidewalks of the same. It was a city of grays and blacks and off-whites. From his perch, day was a texture of concrete...
View ArticleA Eulogy
Inspired by Once More to the Lake, The Ring of Time, and The Geese - though fictious...Englebert Brooks White, also known as E. B., was born in a small, blue-collar town outside of Boston.E.B.’s father...
View ArticleAnd the band played...
Passing predictably along the plainIgnoring arpeggios as they comePassions subsiding at each refrainHeartbeat steady as the bass drumPacing the chorus of the everydayThe simple tune the laymen...
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Three Observations
OneSitting on a bench I watched the people wander past.They each went their own way, with their own ideas.Their faces are now a blur.A man and a woman, a girl and a dog, each going their own way.There...
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