I sure have a fond recall of my family, back when I was growing up in my younger years. Mom did what she could to clothe and feed us, with the main emphasis being her way with food. My earliest recollection was of me and my brother, sitting on a pile of hot asphalt, when the road needed its yearly paving. I still remember how … Continue reading Eat Asphalt and Dine!
Telling time by the way she spoke her measured sentences weighed down to the precise amount not a pinch over, or a thumb on the scales, She used to sit out back, looking at the mountains, as if as if something was calling her home a feeling, a prickly sensation on the back of her neck, just before the darkened clouds obscured the pictures in … Continue reading Nothing, but
One night one longer than usual night when the snows fell, when the dogs howled when the moon hid, and you, And what of you my dearest, my love? how I searched in vain the tracks in the snow leading away from me, leading somewhere, someplace where I was not, When the snows fell was my heart breaking were the howls of the snow dogs … Continue reading Tracks in the Snow
I took a small train on the smallest of train tracks traveling to somewhere no place in particular not of any size whatsoever, I met someone not anyone you would know but she knew something about me and I knew something about her We made love in small batches while the cookies baked in the oven not so many cookies to invite friends over not … Continue reading The Smallest
I complained to her “There is way too much me out there and not enough you!” She disagreed, just like I knew she would she felt, she thought she filled enough of the page the finer points, the verbs while I felt she was choking on the conjugations, “Spit them out here”. I said pointing to the plate, as if I a dentist were, she … Continue reading Way Too Much Me
Sitting on the edge of my bed telling me stories about where she’d been, who she’d met while I just sat there taking it all in, arms behind my head wondering who, why she showed up on my doorstep, holding flowers destined for someone other than me, Sitting on the edge, not very far close on my bed telling me how she’d driven a truck … Continue reading Sitting On the Edge
What my keyboard did where my imagination led me this last time, That explanation having to be told in the hospital emergency room, why it had to be extracted from there, where the sun don’t shine, Where she managed to put it during our last encounter when my words met her reality… Continue reading My Keyboard