The Leiermann and the Caller
December 31, 2021
The sun sets, the shadows fall A Cold breeze, a weathered pall A leaf in the wind Adrift in the water I try not to quake I try not to falter.
Subtleties of the Subconscious.
September 5, 2021
Drip.. Drip.. The sound of liquid hitting the floor echoed loud in my head. I massaged my temples. Looking up, I smiled at Nickel who’s grey face was two seats ahead of me at the dining table. The gaping oil painting beyond her dripped black down the canvas onto the dark maroon wall. A patch … More Subtleties of the Subconscious.
Object Permanence – A Tale of two Perspectives.
March 24, 2021
The sun was in my face, making my body damp and causing me to lower my eyes. My dress was stuck to my back and liquid trickled down from the hollow of my left armpit, tickling, leaving a trail of salt down my side. I placed my elbows on my knees, breaking that contact with … More Object Permanence – A Tale of two Perspectives.
I See no Changes
March 13, 2021
In the quiet of dawn, in the youth of hope. In the sliver of light, in the grass upon the hill, as it begins to slope.
Raindrops in a Bucket.
October 21, 2020
She looked up. The clouds had started in from the East, dark and heavy, silently crawling up the length of the sky heading West. She wasn’t sure it would all fall, but some of it was definitely getting off here. The tall grass had been browning, on the verge of breaking clean off at the … More Raindrops in a Bucket.
Of Highways and English Debutantes
October 13, 2020
A horn blared right into her ear as she went to cross the highway that ran at the northern boundaries of the small town. She stepped back fast onto the curb, her heart strongly pulsing, and secured her books against her chest as the Canter sped by. It was a double carriage highway with two … More Of Highways and English Debutantes
Walk With Me.
September 21, 2020
The scent of the air after it rains gives me the most poignant feelings. I have never experienced the like in all my years. It takes me to another time. Another place. I’m waiting for you under the eaves of tall dark-green trees. There are lone cottage houses standing in thick white mists. You approach … More Walk With Me.
Deliver me from Middle Aged Adults.
September 16, 2020
Let me tell you something. Listen, no, no listen. Let me tell you something. This is going on in my head, even though I don’t know really what I would say in defense of myself if they did shut up. I am sitting in my chair at work, listening to my colleagues as they … More Deliver me from Middle Aged Adults.
So wait
July 10, 2020
Longing for bridges that might prove difficult to cross, whose termination I might not find as promising as I had thought, I know this yet I still look to the horizon, that I might decipher its approach For there develops a restlessness in the known, The challenges that come with one’s desires, May be … More So wait
Chaos Theory
May 20, 2020
The large buck sort of jumped into vision. It was down at the end, on the side of a tall, green thicket fence. The front yard was sprawling with natural, unruly green grass and acacia trees, native to that part of the unknown world, that spread over and out, right into a Lake beyond. The … More Chaos Theory
Curve Balls 