Dusk creeps into the city’s park ushering droves of the solitary. Some scurry off to beat the sunset home to electronic companions who will share the blue dim-lighted cells despite the canned laughter and droll dialogue where phones don’t ring and doorbells never need to be answered. Two sit and[…]
as times pass friends change that emptiness which never fills never leaves settles down like dusk gradually coating the polish unperceptively sealing the shell colors draining as friends pass and times change a quiet resolve begins to grow either to be still or to turn and fade only to flourish[…]
twisted into itself inverted onto its one and only surface writhing in circuitous self contemplation interior endless loops of self analysis raging doubt helpless terror self analysis raging doubt helpless terror self analysis raging doubt helpless terror self analysis raging doubt helpless terror self analysis raging doubt helpless terror self[…]
sixty-eight plain pine wood boxes a big deep trench a back-hoe on a god awful hot august afternoon some had family but the family was so poor they could not afford to claim the bodies some just plain had nobody too old to live up stairs they had to choose[…]
I knew that you’d be pacing too… sometime after 3:33 in the stillness in the dark your memory drifted by me the meaning of friendship has never eluded me the value of time well spent the love of more than heart or flesh the union that hands can never make[…]
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[…]