Northfield, Minnesota

From 1998 until 2017 my wife Ann and I lived in the Faribault, Minnesota area, the last six years of which were spent in an old farm house on a lake surrounded by corn fields. In November 2016, Ann got sick and in December we found out she had Endometrial Metastatic Cancer. She died in…

A Tip O’ The Hat

Madman on the street, recounting His days with the queen. “She was just a wee lass ye know. Won’t ye give us a kiss on the cheek?” “The dogs, they howl so mournfully In the garden, for they have but a scrap to eat.” Chewing at his fingernail, he bends His head to the cobblestones.…

I Will See You In My Dreams

My days are longer now, because you’re not there. They are lonelier now, without you to talk to. My hands are more idle, without yours to hold. My thoughts have less meaning, without you to tell them to. I have no direction now, without you to come home to. But I will see you again.…

Six Haiku

These can be read alone or together as a story. red cardinal against a backdrop of snow sweet morning music his fluttering wings spread snow crystals through the air the sound of warming cardinals gather on a branch to talk and sing the air is music fluffing their red wings the color contrast of snow…

I Am

I am the son of a man with calloused hands, who had dirt and grease permanently pressed into the lines of his knuckles. I am the son of a women who worked hard all her life, raising me and my brother. She worked a switchboard and helped college students find their way. I am the…

Watching Life

I cut my finger on the dulled and stained edge on the blade of my pocket knife. The blood runs quickly, bright red as gravity pulls it to the white sheet of paper that lies on the table, dark, almost black as it is absorbed into the carpet beneath my feet. Thickly flowing from my…

Today

Today the day THE day like any other, you suppose. It should be memorable it should be… You stand in line at the grocery store waiting. In front of you, a person whose card won’t work. The manager is called. Behind you, impatient people. Your car had ice on the windows. You scraped until your…

We Were Good, We Were Right

Music, jagged edges, shredding sleep. Visceral emotion, dredged up, thrown open like a fresh wound flesh wound. The dream, so real, slowly bleeding away replaced with morning light, and realization of the dream. Scratching, stretching, remembering. She’s still dead. In the dream I could touch her. Hold her. She sang. Her voice warm, and beautiful…

My Dog, Insomnia

A large orange moon hangs above the horizon, like nothing else does. At 1 o’clock in the morning I walk my dog, insomnia. Thoughts swirl, ebb and flow as if my mind is a great ocean and I on a small raft, float upon the surface at it’s discretion. My dog sees something behind us…

One Tear

When my wife died her last act upon this earth was to shed a tear. One lonely tear. Because you die alone you see, even in a room full of people. She took her last breath and a tear formed at the corner of her eye. It traced a damp path across her cheek to…

Rain

Searching for words, finding none, the sound of rain on leaves, a backdrop to memories old and dear. The window glass is splattered as a gentle breeze wafts through the trees. He stares through the window not seeing, not understanding her leaving. The sound of the door closing behind him and her image blurred through…

Madmen

Madmen, belly crawling, skin sheading, panting after desires madmen, rule. Sick, twisted, self-worshipping madmen rule. Rule countries, rule parties, rule lives. Back biting, back stabbing, hating, racist life sucking madmen rule. Hey Ho I got my finger on the button. Mess with me pal, and that’s it for you and your country. No more rights…

Silence

silence screams for attention. begs. pleads. cry’s. finally it slinks off to a corner and sulks, loudly. silence is not happy. silence has long boney fingers that wrap around your neck to cut off your words. and then you have nothing to say because silence is dark and the words that do escape are swallowed…

Surreal World

So here I am in the surreal world of cancer. My earlier post let you know that my wife has cancer. When she started having symptoms and we got the diagnosis, everything changed. And I mean everything. It is amazing how this happened. She started having breathing problems. Suddenly cold air makes her cough uncontrollably.…