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[…]
Between Moonrise And Sunset: The Lightness And The Dark Poems
Serengeti
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
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[…]
Memorial Day Picnic
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[…]
Last Night I Cried In My Dreams
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[…]
Escapes
We escape into the tube, into the flicks, into our earphones, into our books. Hell, I’m escaping as I’m writing this. But the voices of the secret whisper within- always come around- come sneaking back in- come to the front- and face us down. And as that awful soul-freezing moment[…]
Ghosts
Ghosts flickered in and out of view looking like an old Technicolor 50’s film, as I skim the channels of rememberance. Ghosts squint and smile from unsteady shots, like a worn old, 8mm home video image, dance and remind us of times gone by, times of greatness, of fame and[…]
Odysseus’ Crew
There are voices calling out… Many and varied with each their own agenda. All calling for attention- for action- for reaction. The voices should challenge and stir, but somehow we have been numbed, not deafened but anesthetized. Even though retreat had been called, the voices can nevertheless be heard, luring[…]
“Nothin’ Happenin’ Tonight”
We sat right at the bank of the river. Young. Bored. High. The fog wasn’t cold but it was thick as tar hiding every part of the night from us. “Nothin’ happenin’ tonight” someone said. And it was true. We were quiet and pensive, mesmerized by the moody stillness of[…]
P E + P O
dead T.V. on the curbside, useless tires stacked in mounds landfill mountains leaking anything into the water table bundles and bundles of tomorrows tiewraped up in a plastic that will out last everyone alive back in the fifties they had the smarts to invent transistors and plastic but I can[…]