Blue Moon

After sending her 2.3 children to play with the neighbors down the street, the housewife, in her new, crisp, pink pastel dress, serves her husband ice tea on a sunny, suburban, Sunday afternoon. When yellow foam mixed with blood ejects from his mouth, wetting his gray trousers, and he falls from his lawn chair 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.…

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…

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…

Zen In The Driveway

There is a little puddle in the driveway from yesterday’s rain that now has a fringe of white lacy ice around it’s edges, as if it is trying to close itself off from the frigid air above. And leaves roll across the ground with an old paper sound, blown by a wind that feels like…

A Thought For Today

Thoughts come sometimes, like a little dog yapping on the periphery of consciousness, nagging, needling. And sometimes like a handful of sand tossed into a mechanism of gears, grinding, insistent. There is darkness on the horizon brought on by madmen in laboratories mixing potions of control, of dominance. Dark towers rise in the distance as…

Autumn Storm

Rolling thunder long and low, rattles the glass pane in the old front door. Tattered shingles run free with rain as wind plays at their corners, attempting to set them free. Lightning casts stark shadows throughout the old dark house. A rap at the back door and she shuffles with her light to reveal a…

The Artist

Guiding the vibrating machine with practiced fingers, the steel tip, darting in and out, a venomous fang. The colors are delivered, blended and shaded into a work of art on a living canvas. Talking and laughing while she works, in her zone she creates dreams on skin.

One Missed Breath

The ethereal beauty of pink tinged clouds, of mist over silver water, of the silence of still air, of golden sunlight, seen through trees, induces for one breath holding moment a deep longing for lives I’ve never lived, loves I’ve never held, grief I’ve never known.

Roadside Art In The Rain

Trickles of rain water run from pavement to pea gravel, gravity pulling them, no will of their own, to find the soil that holds the roadside flowers. Clear drops cling to petals and leaves, gently falling to mingle for a moment with their wet cousins from the road and then become one, soaking the ground.…

Thoughts

A casual glance, a comment, a smile, a casual reply. Thoughts, like tiny ants running. She looks at him coolly over the rim of her coffee cup. He could be an Olympic athlete, make pretty babies. What? Where did that come from? She’s attractive, he thinks. He wonders what kind of music she likes. Would…

Carnival Of The Mind

Losing himself to the madness of his uncontrolled mind, he fell headlong. And in those dark recesses the demons came midnight blue to red in tooth and claw, as it was once said. They set up shop, selling their wares in his pre frontal cortex, the best and worst carnival ride ever. The panting, drooling…