Both at once: The smooth sleek line of its creation on the potters wheel and the jagged shredded edge of destruction. The crusty vessel could have carried water and food of people long gone or be simply the remains of a clay flower pot lost to a simple twist of[…]
rain clouds off to the right dull and darken afternoon skies portent of the gathering distant storm blue and green signs off to the left beckon towards tranquil recreation areas diversions time killers C’mon, dear, the kids’ll love it, ‘n’ we could use some peace and quiet. brown signs direct[…]
forces act within us and without energies intrude on us from every direction grind and crush shear and wrinkle our every surface it’s no surprise the tensile strength is tested the surfaces respond dimensions alter I have seen it in vacant faces in weathered and scarred hands in wane and[…]
There are bonds we make that tie us one to another, to fates and lines in lifetimes that go on without design, without regard to youth or age. without regard to wisdom or folly, without regard for the most long lived exemplary behavior or the damage done. That the bonds[…]
In summer late at night moths, gnats and mosquitoes drunk, enshroud a backporch light. Slamming into it and each other as if the light, or is it the heat, has made them mad. The night air so thick with them I imagine them taking up the same space at one[…]
As she moved before me I knew my will was to be tested. My resolve was on the line. The smile creeping into the corner of her mouth teased my own to part and slowly lick my lips. As her hands moved delicately through the air I had to wring[…]
Memories dart and dance around me. Hyenas circle, lash in at me. Each bite’s gash leaves me weaker. From under the clouds’ swollen ceiling through the ashen, motionless, indifferent air voices flail away flesh, snap and snip, and shred me in the silence. I collapse, surrender to relentless fangs, spent,[…]
Monsters used to live under your bed or in your closet. Monsters, you thought, came from the tube or the big screen and moved directly into your consciousness. Monsters were bigger, more powerful and more dangerous than you. Monsters had an evil agenda. Then you grew up and you found[…]
In the cool May wind and rain a lot of picnics were not happening. We are supposed to reflect on Memorial Day. Instead we often picnic. It isn’t that we shouldn’t. Freedom is worth celebrating just like it was worth fighting for. Reflecting isn’t much to ask. But most of[…]
In childhood I learned to laugh fully. Joy and sadness come quite naturally. But I was taught that crying was not something I should do, easily. I’m not sure if it was a male thing, an American thing or a family thing. I do not forgive whomever is to be[…]