Random posts and exercise products from a pursuit of the writing life.
I built my house under the Sorrow Moon In the season of shadows and ash Where the dell Veiled in waning willow Cloaks the cold gray earth There is no croak nor cry No bleat nor bark Where the sun has left its track And daylight idles beyond the twilight And the brooks have...
Read more →the secret to doing better is to look where you are look where you are and decide where you want to go if it is higher, go up if it is lower, go down if it is back, go behind if it is forward, take a step you will have moved to not stay...
Read more →it is terribly hard to break the orbit when all the pull comes from the center which won’t unhand you despite your rolls and veers release the anchors and jettison the cargo the guidance system has failed and there is only one way fall into the magnetic mass until the time is just right...
Read more →I’ve never had much of a tongue. Just giant eyes that could look in the dark and see a blow, a bruise, a tear. I struggle not knowing where those came from, or where they want. But I could see them and be at a loss for words.
Read more →Where did you come from, tiny ball of thorns, that you would hug my shoe, and, crushed, yet wander back with me to my home where trodden into my house and scuffed onto that sprawling kitchen rug you let go of my sole and chose to lay in wait a day or days for...
Read more →Come on inside No, the party has died You shoulda got here by four Everyone’s gone, including your Mom, who thought you went off to the store Well, I guess take a seat- here’s something to eat how ’bout a glass of beer I’m sorry you missed it So hard to resist it the...
Read more →Too often I find myself wondering what happened so that I stopped emotionally growing at age seventeen Because I cannot seem to leave that place where I seemed to have left myself or maybe life left me behind Because it has been all fuzzy since then time spent waiting for something to start for...
Read more →I would like to let you go on to a better life and better places where you might find more warmth and less thunder but it’s too painful for me to admit that I failed and could not keep my end of the bargain despite all of my trying and my efforts to refute...
Read more →It’s all fine and good just a normal day with the sun out and the neighborhood quiet nobody working nobody driving nobody yelling comfy under the blanket until you do wha you’ve done a million times and there’s a crack and then a leak oh no it’s a gusher and you don’t know any...
Read more →I’m never quite sure, when I see the door open, if it means I should close it, or leave it alone because it was left open for someone else to use, or just to let some fresh air in the room. The last thing I would ever think is that it was left open...
Read more →When Saturday rolled around, Taggart was up long before the sun. Unable to sleep because of the week’s stressors and his unabated agitation, Joe was in his Ford by 5:15, his truck aimed east, out of town. Once he escaped the suburbs by 6:00, he rumbled on coarse asphalt through Decker’s Pass and down...
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I try to recall how I ended up dancing that distant dance those years with you Come pray with me you asked I will pray with you I replied And so we met plainly cordially quietly in the library and muttered wishing words asking for youthful and holy and grand and kind things and...
Read more →I was waiting for an answer For a sign or for a call For something to reaffirm that this had meant something after all But all I heard was the waiting Daily traffic on the street Summer heat evolving Into winter sleet Silence had its reasons Too deep to comprehend Too many words and...
Read more →it is a peculiar place, when you find you don’t know whether you should weep for what came before, or for what lies ahead.
Read more →when i was young, i would ask why, until the day came that i knew why, i knew clearly why. and then i would ask when. in a short time, my when became who, and who, and who, for a long, long time, filling the minutes, and hours, and days, and weeks, and months,...
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i did not know when that day came that every day after would be stained that time forever forward would be torn by this wound that will never close i revisit photos to look into your eyes to hear your voice and to watch you laugh worry tease feel play learn listen and to...
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