The Blessing of Grit – 08.18.09
Where I am rough, there is the blessing of grit, sandpaper kisses, rounding me down again in this changing river. One moment, raging, the next, smooth as the gleaming cheek of a dreaming infant. . .

Into the Quiet Withdraw – 07.06.09
Love is very quiet, today, like a fallen blossom nestled in blades of grass—not even the wind can touch it…

Rock Band at 2am – 06.20.09
They were excited. (Was I ever that young and ridiculous? Yes, I recall. It’s true, but they are also incredibly unaware of everything beyond the sphere of their exuberance.) And worse, they are leading me, by hand, into their lair…

Jim Croce and Rumba’s Back Patio (too easily incognito) – 05.14.09
The lights glowed, small, pinpoints like the tiny globes of fireflies or sprites frozen in ice—they lined the fence, same wood lattice that spread across the back patio where we used to sit….

The Heart of God – 05.07.09
What day is to come? What now, beyond this moment, where I will try to keep waking up?…

The Before Time (In the Long Ago) – 04.12.09
She slips out into the night, black sky, made omnipotent by the high-rise gait of the six-inch stiletto slicing down from the heels of her red boots….