Where would we be if we were one without a self? Perhaps our kitchens would be less dated; our calendars would be slashed with checks and thorough lines. The women in line at the deli counter would struggle for some cash and reverence, pay up on gas and tobacco. The little boy on 6th street would notContinue reading “Without A Self”
Category Archives: moving forward
Just Wondering
Do men wonder what they look like in a mirror, on camera, opposed to the eyes of a loved one, or their own soft pupils? Do men question their lack of hips and say, “Hey, I should be plumper there but still maintain my thigh gap.” I stare at my own and wonder Continue reading “Just Wondering”
A Wish
I will convert, for you, twenty seven times over in order to spin Earth’s axis back to it’s original position. My secret haven, original, right, cool to the touch skin on skin and I believe again that I can win when my feet are tired two at a time again I wish it was youContinue reading “A Wish”
Dark Tunnel
See the light start again waiting for the second coming surprised when it comes loving moments like these stopping to forget regrets over the shoulder near heart to take the pain away see it, now coming closer closing in on me and my story speeding up August 24, 2014
Behind A Stable Heart
The reason I know what lies behind the velvet curtain is that I have been there before: horses in a stable, easing back their heels to embrace the swelling sun, their own bright eye; a set of doubled doors leading to nowhere––– to everywhere in the life of a man remembering what it was likeContinue reading “Behind A Stable Heart”
The Shore
We’re all on a journey to let go. Who said that the cat’s in the cradle when my arm’s in a sling with my head wrapped down like four corners of a box under the tree? I can break a limb but not my heart— and God forbid my mind. When flashbacksContinue reading “The Shore”
At Sea
It’s where I learned that not all friendships can sail off, into the dawn. My new day has pardoned your wave, asked all, then nothing of it. I can stand straight, tall as a sailor waiting for a lifeboat that may never come. And yet there are others out there, waiting. Continue reading “At Sea”
Half Way
So here you are on this broken ground, and you don’t know which way to turn– questions upon flower beds upon your neighbor’s half opened picket gate that is, perhaps, meant to be half-way– perhaps this is the way. Sink into the ground, feet firm, and know your presence, pen and patience as your guide,Continue reading “Half Way”
Circles of My Mind
Pages fill with words and time, packed evenly onto one, blank canvas. To be or not to be– it’s always the question at hand and at heart. With a sky full of lies who knows what shape that cloud should fill? All I know is that I keep chasing and chasing, roundContinue reading “Circles of My Mind”
Reaching Joy 