Certain times…  Certain places…   Where we think we should be…    When we think we are there…         Time. Curtain times…  Curtained places…   Not just a secret, hidden hideaway     but a sweet, isolated closing.         Night. Inner mystery of hearts and souls     Linked, latticed, laced to one another.         Softly. In the lock-step[…]

I see through the lines I simply ignore the lines I see through the lines when I see the roots and the leafless tree at once I see through the lines of the page to the wooden desk below I see through the lines of air and water through to[…]

I remember Elvis and I remember John, even Jim the Lizard and I remember Kong. I recall lots of kings and how their messages live on. I remember Frankie and I remember Bing. Some remember Rudy and some say Buddy was king. I remember pop stars and how they once[…]

Every Fall I Remember.. Every fall I remember… Every fall there is a day just like that day. Every fall I remember the bright crisp blue sky and the light reflecting everywhere- reflecting into the 8 mm home movie camera- reflecting in their eyes- reflecting from her roses- reflecting from[…]

Oh, all that I have ever done, and all that I might yet to be, might then have never even come, and might have never been to see. Had life just seen another twist or turned upon another road, or had itself a different tryst, a different path… a different[…]

Today I saw an abandoned orchard from the highway. Each tree’s branches reached out into one another, announcing their neglect. The tall, overgrown grass around their trunks made them virtually unreachable. Yet, even as I raced by, the gnarled fruit glistened. There, despite the disregard, the apples had grown. As[…]

This water smells and it’s “Earth Day”. This water smells and it’s the water we’re supposed to drink. If we could afford to buy filtered, purer waters from some Less fouled dream place (if you believe in these far away cleaner places) We’d be poisoning ourselves. And people everywhere have[…]

My father was a hero in the war. He was a flier and he got a medal. He lost his stomach to an ulcer fifteen years later. That didn’t kill him either. That was when I was thirteen. I remember his cries and screams in his sleep no matter how[…]