When It Rained

When it rained... I thought about first meetings For some reason, pickles come to mind... to be eaten together One jar riper than the other...  I thought of uncertain handshakes and awkward hugs Of walking away fast  Of standing far away and watching one walk away fast Of remembered details And of details we get…

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Sleeping Fires

When the fire dies to ember, it is not dead A series of gentle blows, will nurse it back to life It withdraws into itself, hopeful, waiting for the day It settles and lives for the feeble puffs that come its way Igniting it just enough to stir a memory, the shadow of a glow…

This Gel of Gloom

Trapped in this thick gel of gloom Something I try to find A knob, a latch, an opening of some kind A sign of beyond, some bird or sunray Which shows someday, I’ll find my way   Yet even as I grope and fumble and prod Oh, how I pray that I never find For…

They Taste Like Love

Under three stars, by a shore. Sat a man, with three toes on one foot and a stump on the other. He mumbled and drew figures in the sand with his left hand, clutching what remained of his dirty threadbare robe together, with his right. A child, overwhelmed by curiousity, approached him. “What are you…

How Does One Get Over Grief?

And so I asked, how does one get over grief? There must be a technique to it. A secret method. A secret that had been discovered by those who had found their way out of the cold, clammy, soul sucking embrace of grief; of misery and despair. How do you laugh to your core, how…

The Angry Guy and the Pig Who Dared!

I was in a taxi. Traffic was a little slow. I didn’t mind because this part of town has a clear-aired serenity. Unlike the hot, bustling, narrow highway between Westfield and my usual stop. We were just past the place with the trees, the place where young flowers peeped from plastic seedling bags, white clay…

Caudal Autotomy

The hardest part of severing emotional ties with another is letting go of the dreams that they are a part of, to erase, to forget and re-dream. The ripping away leaves you raw, tender and incomplete. As if you had severed a limb, or a much larger fraction of yourself which couldn’t be pulled free.…

In Tranquility

  Some sat, others stood, a few danced around the fire, faces gleaming orange and soft. A chilly breeze blew in from the river and I hugged my sweater tighter to myself, recovering from the flu. The fire in the middle, bellowed with pride, energetic, excited, in youthful glee, even as it gets closer to…

Whirlwinds

Dear loved one, If I leave unannounced in the middle of the night Do not worry that I may come to harm. I do nothing that does not make my spirit dance The night’s embrace is my fortress and I will be safe I just want to soak up the moon’s rays, and revel at…