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Fire

Evenings have turned cool of late. The open windows of late summer have given way to half-open portals in anticipation of chilled blasts from the Canadian provinces. Stoking the wood burner to take the chill off has become a pleasurable exercise.…

“Grappa”

Gone. Never owned. Not possessed.   A hold on you – at least for a time, but mostly forever.   Recklessly time goes, squandered on detail where hard-pressed implies devotion, truth is necessity.   Snippets, Scraps remain Pictures lodged in…

Narcissism

When children grow to adulthood, they leave many things behind, unfinished Spaghettios, mac and cheese, little plastic figures from Saturday morning TV superheroes, and piles of unwashed clothes. If we are lucky, they also leave behind self-absorption. Narcissism serves for…

Fishing Trip

They stand around gas pumps. They’re usually male, a little long in the tooth, but occasionally there are younger men also, sucking on “Mountain Dews’ and munching bags of “Skittles” or “Doritos”. They caravan. It’s made up of at least…

Doily

Coffee and pine-sol meander through stale air. Musty New York Times and National Geographics lay stacked in disarray on Queen Anne chairs.   There is no court here – no surrender to ordered protocols. Just remnants of memory, pieces adrift…

7-11-2013

Fey dream-child whispers Twirling summer’s golden hair Empty shadowed room —————————————- Shy word spoken once A tardy faltering lip Strangled world frozen