When I was a child and learned to dress myself, I’d run around with one shoe on, the other foot trailing with a sock slipping around the ankles. I’d walk with an uneven limp, and growl “yeeesss, maaassster,” like I had seen an Igor-type do on T.V., one foot elevated inside a shoe, the other […]
There is poetry in ugliness; a melody in arguments that we play in our heads, over and over; like a song whose words we forget but still mumble through the chorus; the climax on loop until I’m angry all over again, only to be outdone by sadness. I read articles where the tone makes a […]
Tell me you love me just as much on the days I wish for emptiness, as on the days when I surprise you with boundless love. Like when I bring you flowers each April and you ask why I always pick the bunch that’s closed off to the world, not yet awake to the awaiting judgement. […]
If I had to doze, I dozed after the line broke between earth and sky, as a faint bruise spread slowly and we drove deeper into the purple-hearted dawn. By the time the sun began to rise, Dad and I were driving on a two-lane highway through Pennsylvania farmland, towards upstate New York’s mountains in […]
the nighttime: like a chamber for the quietest of thoughts to echo.
There was once a time, when I’d squeeze in between you and the sofa cushions, cocooned in a late night silent session of quality time. Hopelessly I’d doze beside your solid figure, the glow of the TV enshrouding us in blue light. Your young hands, dry and chapped, (from baking and washing;) cleaning and raising) would […]
The fragrance of tea, wild and sweet rolled in from the mountains. A thick fog of quiet indications rustled from buried sprigs of leaves. Words shook out. They’d been heard before. An echo rippled through the breeze, unbeknownst to us, to me: they knew all our secrets.