O is for Orphan
It seems that the sea is home after all. I labored on the churning brine since boyhood, hauling in the bulging nets, scraping my hands on the antiquated equipment, lulled to sleep by the...
Image Curve Blog
Raindrop Thoughts
Poem Yesterday I was feeling lost and troubled Anxiety bubbling, insecurity doubled I didn’t believe in my own abundance That all my strengths had no substance But something changed my confidence And made me...
Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 14, August 7, 2014
Gray clouds clinging under the deck rail a string of raindrops what better morning for intimacy? Awake at two in the morning. Restless in bed until after five. Awake again, this time by Frank,...
The Wanted Ad
Short Story Ring, ring, ring. “Hello.” “Howdy.” “Hi there, I’am calling about your wanted ad, I saw in the paper.” “Oh yes Hi, I do currently have an ad in the classifieds at...
A Lament for Margot
There was not one second, not one tiny sliver of a moment when I didn’t think you were beautiful. You, among the trims of taffeta, the trails of incandescent pearls. You, standing in the...
Thanksgiving Bird
Poem A small bird sat on a bony twig All alone, heavy-hearted. The winter wind ruffled his feathers His berry-black eye cried a homesick tear. Missing his nest-bound days, Missing the berries and...
Other Tuesdays
Other Tuesdays were not as bleak The trees held more leaves Nature’s warmth still held us close As the fall winds called for change Other Tuesdays were better off spent There were cobblestone streets...
Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 13, August 6, 2014
Madonna rises ahead. The ski lift passes out of sight. Mira and I walked hear all the way from Mountain Laurel 15 via the Meadowlark. Now I wonder what we were thinking. gravel on...
