I was watching a documentary tonight, or perhaps an interview is a more accurate description of what it was. The video had a man in early 90’s glasses, with shaggy long hair, smoking a cigarette telling the story of his time in Vietnam. The story was poignant, well told, and as with all stories of …
We grabbed each others’ hands and started to run. It was one of those ecstatic moments you can’t quite recreate and you think only happen in movies. We laughed and ran towards the end of the pier. The beer flowed through our veins and the late afternoon sun kissed our faces. Before us laid the …
The leaves falling seem to be the only thing expected this fall. Even for fall it is unseasonably cold- add that to the list of unexpected events. It seems this year has decided to get real weird, just to keep us on our toes, or maybe to remind us how very sweet our mundane, normal …
In grey billowing clouds It rumbles and flashes Over the brown waves Of the River of Silver – Cloaking the city in its mad fury Illuminating in strobe Deafening with stratospheric gong The grid laid out below – It pours down In blinding sheets Soaking the Earth Well past capacity – Bike lanes disappear Into …
It’s a strange thing a company going under. I guess the signs are all there. The warning signs of thing going bad- layoffs, ‘strategic downsizing’ and other euphemisms. I went through it more than a few times in my day. It’s easy when you’re a youth, it’s another story when you have a family. The …
I sing from the depths Of a sadness Nameless and formless Strictly my own – Sing to me Oh goddess of wisdom Of ignored voice Since the Son was crucified – Fill me in On your sweet whispers To Plato and Socrates Minds filled with honey – Your honey so sweet Let it rescue me …
The dryer spun, and I stared, both I would imagine absentmindedly. I was doing my laundry on this odd rainy day. The forecast said we were due for a typhoon, so I grabbed what clothes I needed washed and hit the laundromat. Now I know that shouldn’t be a priority when faced with calamity- food …
She of night’s waterfall, Cascading down her cinnamon shoulders, Silken threads, delicate, luxurious – My delight to run unworthy fingers, Through a garden of such delights, My light in life’s dark – Me of buffalo fur, Coarse thick, untamed mess, Crowning an expanse of pale and pasty, – Her soft caress conquers, Enfeoffing such an …
When she handed me the notebook her nervous expression betrayed her inner feelings. Looking back on it I can only imagine the terror she felt. I’m sure she felt, quite correctly, that if she was caught giving me the notebook she would have been in some serious trouble. Luckily it looked innocent enough. A student …
Though it is a vice I need to be numb – I need to take a few And just observe – Watch the constellations Drift through the firmament of life – To float in a gentle river Warm, gentle, relaxed – To quiet the din and roar Of my own anxiety – To breathe deep …