Finding Solace in the Gutter
(A companion piece to this photograph by Leanne Cole) The idea that I’d be one of those people who could show raw emotion in public and not even care who saw me – that was something I would have never
Finding Solace in the Gutter
(A companion piece to this photograph by Leanne Cole) The idea that I’d be one of those people who could show raw emotion in public and not even care who saw me – that was something I would have never
Sky Harbor
The old lady’s enormous plastic eyeglasses, high on her aquiline nose, reflect blue-white light of Arrival monitors. She clutches her substantial vinyl pocketbook tightly under her left arm, clinches a creased plane ticket with her right hand. Her lips work
Sky Harbor
The old lady’s enormous plastic eyeglasses, high on her aquiline nose, reflect blue-white light of Arrival monitors. She clutches her substantial vinyl pocketbook tightly under her left arm, clinches a creased plane ticket with her right hand. Her lips work
What you gave me
Slices of your world given to me – careful, simple gifts. Coffee is on sale this week I am a light sleeper Today would have been my mother’s birthday With what might be grace I accept, trusting that each offering
What you gave me
Slices of your world given to me – careful, simple gifts. Coffee is on sale this week I am a light sleeper Today would have been my mother’s birthday With what might be grace I accept, trusting that each offering
A Tom Robbins Novel Kind of Obsession
She wished the dream could be a fact: that the spoon held temptingly to her lips would not disappear the moment she woke. She wanted the cool raspberry sweetness on her tongue and the craziness of mating dissimilar entities. Her
A Tom Robbins Novel Kind of Obsession
She wished the dream could be a fact: that the spoon held temptingly to her lips would not disappear the moment she woke. She wanted the cool raspberry sweetness on her tongue and the craziness of mating dissimilar entities. Her
force of habit
my body weight too close to the edge pops sheets off the mattress every night twined in dreams of struggle i wake tangled in percale knots memories shove me to the far side of the bed your cold-rolled steel voice
force of habit
my body weight too close to the edge pops sheets off the mattress every night twined in dreams of struggle i wake tangled in percale knots memories shove me to the far side of the bed your cold-rolled steel voice
An event, inexplicable
Freeze that moment: look back at what has led you to this day of destiny, of purpose. Cast in today’s glow of new beginnings what could have been random can be understood differently – as part of a larger plan
An event, inexplicable
Freeze that moment: look back at what has led you to this day of destiny, of purpose. Cast in today’s glow of new beginnings what could have been random can be understood differently – as part of a larger plan
