How Cold I Am

At this point I believe we should let what seems, just be, everything unquestioned and accepting anything completely. Let’s move … More

BEARERS

I honored them all and was as much to me as I could bear the other sunrises ago I used … More

Don’t ask, Will I always be me or will I change? Will I realize when I do not recognize myself … More

Every morning my father brings in the newspaper, pours himself a cup coffee, then sits at the dining room table … More

He sipped his tea. Black tea in the daytime, green tea at night, right? Or was it the other way … More

He sat at the empty round table sipping watery black tea, wondering what had happened to those 75 years. Of … More

To say that you have nothing but time is an exercise in self-delusion. They tied a rag around his face … More

the one with brown edges now, is the journeywork of a fading star, our cooling sun’s the one. Really in … More

It begins like the sound of unlashing whipsunlicking a soulful retreata music akin to tap dancing on sandthis shore that … More

You appear to glide secret keeper of the third world swim beneath leaves scattered about the water’s surface second world … More

I can’t see you. Not like before, when I knew for sure, you were right behind me, always there. I … More

The Elgin Marbles have stood up well, true, not wasting much under the rude press of time, considering their grief … More

He jumps in his car and drives,from the Oakland docks, remember?and drives fastO, Death, Ralph Stanley,running round on a loop, … More

Vinyl was as good as dead, but it’s making a comeback.Like Lazarus, LPs have risen from the grave.The last time … More

“You don’t recognize me, do you?” She’s smiling at me, a good smile, the kind of smile that lights up … More

What’s that you’re saying under your breath,a curse or a blessing for me, you’ve done both well.I’ve grown to known … More

Because there’s too much headwind whipping now,too much ocean motion for me to feel your ripples,finger skin tendered soft, how … More

I have been dreaming myself into stories again. These should be some of the quietest journeys I will ever take, … More

There is nowhere else to go, all the doors and windows are locked, so I sit here on the stairs, … More

She watched him every morning, very closely, waiting for something. He would sit slumped in his seat at the table. … More