Sally Anuhea was an avid newspaper reader. Even as she aged, she kept loyal to a print copy, although the … More
Tag: #Relationships
Blue Elephant
I’m not into tattoos. The first thing I ask a woman who’s interested in taking a relationship further is if … More
Two Alike
It had been a while. She sat there like a little jewel, the sun sparkling on her back when he … More
Hit
This time he wrote the song about the break-up of his first marriage. The funny thing is, that was the … More
Address Book
Tonight I’m looking through Mom’s old address book, pages worn and browned,some so brittle the dog-eared corners disintegrate as I … More
Questions
“Isn’t that cute?” “Uh huh.” I’m sure it’s a question of time, that love may conquer all, but behind my … More
On Love’s History
Whenever a love is lost, it signifies a languageshared by two people, unique to them, becomesa dead tongue, some forgotten … More
Maybe You Can’t Fix What I Have
Broken when the US mail chokes how my letters take so much time is it there yet read it immediately … More
Love’s Countdown
In the beginning there was inertia,and inertia led, as you might expect,to nothing, so what had beensomethingness became nothingness: Take-out … More
It Felt So Good
That Sony radio’s cheap black leather strapjust barely tied the music to my wrist.So poorly made I feared it just … More
Impermanent Ink (Blue Period)
You sent me the self-portrait in a card once, maybe 1980. You are lying on your stomach, propped up on … More
Now and Then
We sit sipping coffee. Awkward. Growing cold. My son and daughter, I say, in their 30s, have given me three grandchildren. I … More
We Meet
That night I saw you firecracker starburst red,ablaze in a beautifully carved body,an exquisite silhouette scribed against the dark,your hand … More
Transistor Days
On the square, silver Sony radiowith the cheap black leatherette wrist strapI always feared would snap,our soundtrack falling lost into … More
It’s Not Me, It’s you
It’s been a while.I wish you were here.How have you been?Life hasn’t been the same without you.Do you miss me?Do … More
The Fruits of Love’s Labor
May I write a song for us?Maybe about our family tree?How about our hawking birds and stinging bees?The scheme of … More
Mind in the Time
Remember that, she says, as we sit sipping coffee, I was all whipped-cream nosed. It has been 40 years since … More
Unwound
My legs are tired, heavy.Each step’s more a slog.The clock slows down.Someone forgot to wind it.Used to stay on top … More
Add the Garden
For a long time you have cultured all these seeds,sprouted them like Mother Nature puttering herself,transferred them gently from little, … More
Bread Alone
There were no more good reasons I could come up with, no more desperate excuses I could dream up for … More