The windows were down and the sun was warm in his memory. I could see the smile trying to grow out of the corners of his mouth when I asked him about her. The one that got away he called her, though time had blunted the loss into a fuzzy nostalgia that he kept in …
Hot Damn. I was watching a news report on a 40 year old autistic man in Singapore, and holy shit his parents are good people. They were honest about their struggles, but found good in every situation. They found it positive, saw their boy as beautiful, caring, loving. The father even said it was a …
Her eyes Still, deep pools of brown Awash in warm tears Drops of saline stars – Hidden within the calm reflection A tempest brews Of a thousand laughs Balanced on a scale of hurt – When beheld by such countenance To see myself in such calm lagoons Is to be lost to myself Awash in …
We sauntered down the sidewalk, doing our best to dodge puddles. The rain had come and decided to stick around. By day three it had well overstayed its welcome. Its first showers had cleaned the city and nourished the trees, now it just filled storm drains and turned side streets into shallow canals. Our usual …
“I guess,” she paused to think, “I guess I should have zigged when I zagged, you know, life wise. “ “What the fuck does that mean?” I articulated with little puffs of smoke between laughs. “Well,” she paused and motioned for me to pass the joint. She took a puff and thought for a moment …
The notes The harmonies Roll off her back Down the sheets Across the comforter Into a beam of warm sunlight – She lays supine Golden in the mass of cloth A still life Only undulating With her steady breath – The glory of creation Made manifest In the quotidian joy Of waking, only to find …
I absentmindedly checked the news. I scrolled through the stories with a bit of disdain, or perhaps nothing that strong, just a mere case of the ‘I don’t give a fucks.’ The stories meant nothing to me, and the grabby headlines bothered me. Their attempts, often successful, to grab my attention only increased my scorn. …
The pollution hung the air thick acrid enveloping the night veiling the firmament – The floor was cold the beer was too she was away my soul lost – I imagine she lies shrouded in white sheets air conditioner buzzing beating the warm night – She’s naked under the sheet it lays lightly upon her …
She lies on her bed distant and beautiful her head rests on my old pillow hair cascading down silky and black – Her almond eyes move following images across the screen deep and brown eye which once bored deep into my soul – The sheets hug her body holding each curve close I once held …
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 …