Stories, poetry, narratives of true experience, and guests who have moved me.
On my desktop, I've been in the habit of saving thousands of pictures from the internet. I have loaded them into a screensaver so that each one dissolves into the next, after a few seconds. Most of them have been collected because they elicit some kind of emotional response from the viewer, or at least … Continue reading The picture that bothers me
We were out celebrating a friend's birthday at a little tavern in town. The waitress I had been used to seeing was no longer there, and I asked the owner Chris what had happened. "Oh well, you know, she just up and left. Took the kids and went out west. Family problems." And so, we … Continue reading Amanda
I posted an ad on Facebook today (what a fool) I done dood it all wrong, I think...... Ad said "I have 3 old bicycles, free to a good home" "They have been stored outdoors in a shed, and are a little rusty here and there" "One has a broken seat. We no longer need … Continue reading Live ones today
Furtive and troubling, the rustling of things, Imagined, perhaps, in the dark. And close now, the flapping of leathery wings, And the hounds are beginning to bark. Some thing keeps them at bay, at least for the while, As I gather my breath near the top Of the seventh of stairways, to the narrowest aisle. … Continue reading The Seventh stairway
We had been looking for a place to rent near town because our landlord gave us notice to vacate. His kids wanted the house to live in. We'd never lived in the country before, but were attracted by an ad for a newly renovated farmhouse. Met with the owner, signed a lease, and moved in. … Continue reading “It’s just Colin”
I skip and skim too much, really. Too picky, you know? Might spend an hour in a bookstore, and come out with nothing. Just 'cause the first paragraph didn't grab me. Didn't invite me in. Well, that was an hour I'll never get back, right? With my iPad on its lazy boy bedtime stand, I … Continue reading Might it be you?
Twenty years have gone by, such a passage of time, Since I dreamed the most singular thing. You and I, we were natives of a far northern clime, And we traveled from winter to spring Our huts we would build out of snow as we went, And we'd live off the fish and the seal. … Continue reading A dream of northern climes
we've been led here. I feel we have. on a forest picnic so bright and sunny. dappled trails. you wanted bare feet, and carried your funny shoes. mossy springy grass. squishy clay mud between your toes, and you laughed. wee violets and buttercups so pretty. we half expected to meet the dryads of the woods. … Continue reading #14 Things in the swamp (not at all pleasant)
Me and my dear daughter Are a-goin' to the moon She's pilot of our spaceship And we've gotta get there soon We're bringin' back some samples Of rocks an' dymond jools We know somebody up there We've never been no fools She fires up the thrusters Her job, it is to land I'm suited up … Continue reading Marshmallow Moon
how has it come to this pass has it all been for love unrequited or that yours has never been seen all that you have reached for all the rare moments of joy every dream, hope, yearning dashed your vessel is frail, dry, and hollow say not goodnight yet close not the door gentle one … Continue reading Say not goodnight
