Generations
(Originally published as “Neverland” and “On Tormance we stand” ~ A cordial Hello to all who may see this, and may the day embrace you! From your history books, you … Continue Reading Generations
Good intentions
Daguerreotype is the day,ancient as I drive. Beside me she is a ghost,and I can’t speak to the veil-the closed idiom of her soul. OrI am the ghostand have simply … Continue Reading Good intentions
The face in the shoebox
That polaroid. Buddy was going through his shoebox of old photos, dealing them out like cards on the coffee table. I was stunned, but faked disinterest. The party drifted to … Continue Reading The face in the shoebox
Winter’s Witch
In a wild wind, I shoveled scoops of sandy snow. As I stopped for a gulping breath, I spied a wrapped-up lady pushing bulky mukluks along the sidewalk. Thin and … Continue Reading Winter’s Witch
The coldest knight of the year
Sack of a face. All dragged down by gravity and surrendered muscles. It’s supposed to take more of them to frown than to smile, but nature disagrees. And what’s he … Continue Reading The coldest knight of the year
Child of grace
Just this morning, Clarice went to coma. In hallways of cottony grey she swims, but not aimlessly. She has shed the displeasures of the flesh, and does not feel, as … Continue Reading Child of grace
Nemesis
If you found me this evening time (for such it is), you would know things that have been out of your sight. The way that I put on my skin … Continue Reading Nemesis
AreMyFeetOffTheGround 