On the Edge

I study the anvil cloud through the swish of my wipers. Dark sheets of rain veer from cloud to ground as lightning zigzags through the electrically-charged air. Off to the…

“…therefore I am.”

I’m a seashell, washed up on a distant shore.I’m a pony standing beside the road.I’m lighting striking a church-bell tower.I’m a ladder leaning up against the wall.I’m the last tree…

Breakthrough

I see a light through the keyhole while fumbling with the keys to my imagination. The faint sliver penetrates the darkness just enough that I can tell it’s there. I…

Crossing Paths

no moon . . .I take a breathof silence I’m in the mountains of West Virginia dead-set to cross them before daybreak. Problem is, I need a ride and they…

Tapestry

Sweet Rachelle, your first eager glance has lasted all these years. I sit with it now and wonder, what has become of you? I feel your inspiration well inside of…

Last Bucolic Moment

downwind from the cattle ranch, cooking hash on a campfire, smells like nuclear fallout, the time for mourning the cows—over and done—we milked the last one before slicing her throat…

Circular Reference

Somewhere inside his meandering mind, he finds a moment where he can set aside the complexities of life. Sitting at his desk, the walls fall away and he becomes that…

Moving On

Moving is no fun, but after living in a nursing home for over two years I find it to be an adventure. My stuff, those things that have been languishing…