Are You Ready for the Day
Love Poems I cannot rule your destiny, not even mine, I cannot give you hope, it’s so divine, I cannot make your dreams come true, forgive, I wish I could… but life is...
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The Outside – Part One
Short Fiction With little knowledge of the outside, I stare helplessly at the city gates. Stumbling onto the platform, only a few stragglers continue their shushed conversations. I motion toward John, who rallies...
A Paternal Encounter?
Am I dreaming, or somehow awake? I can almost hear Dad: his absolute, direct, self-confident tone filled. I feel a burst of his frenetic energy. Someone calls out, “Dad!” It’s me. Someone cries, “Help!”...
Forgotten Memories
Poem About Identity Silent echoes of forgotten memories Wake me in very deep, sound dreams Take me back to songs of emotions Take me far into penetrating reveries What makes me who I...
Bowing to the season
One finds it hard to believe summer ever existed at all She turned her back on us and off it went in the fields some wind has shaken the trees out of their exhaustion...
On Robert’s 41st Birthday Celebration
Tina must have laughed about it at least ten times. “I can’t believe you gave your mother a Christmas list in July!” All my brother does is smile, as he takes another bite. wind-blown...
Colors I Cannot See
Poem Looking out the window I wish I could go there Just for a moment Just to try it To live in a different shade To walk around Or fly above ground And hear...
Another Rockland Boulder’s Game
Bottom of the 11th during a game with several lead changes. The Boulders manage to load the bases, but there are two outs—including a strikeout of the batter that tied up the game in...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 7
Serial Fiction He kept after York with more vigor and enthusiasm after he started seeing through his many masks. York noticed his change of spirit and appreciated it. He shared his opinion that there were...
First Contact
Lynn’s “a” looks like mine. I hesitate for a second, pray, then open the envelop. Inside lies a folded card with artwork from the Met. Her handwritten message—written right-side to left—begins by thanking me...
