Memorial Light and Shadow
What do I remember of her? Straight brown hair, sky-blue eyes and tapered cheekbones? Her love of horses? My head swimming when she smiled? What don’t I remember of her? Our walks in the...
Image Curve Blog
Stop Signs
Life Poem You walk and I walk over diagrams made of strands and chunks of bright colored chalk, elaborately planned on the sidewalk. Faces appear, shapes circle around speckled like traffic lights, and stop...
September Magic
Poem Today, when I was walking I saw the “ghosts” of one friend after another. In the faces of strangers walking down the path I saw my friends’ eyes staring back at me....
It was never
It was never you — It was never your arms — Or the smell of your hands When driving felt like drifting through a storm. It was never your mouth — When I said...
Seen and Unseen Apple Trees
I see the apple tree. It’s dark-gray and brown, ridged bark, with Y-shaped branches splitting upward like outstretched arms from its knotted trunk. Its leaves fill every branch. The 2 x 4 Dad and...
Jumping Ship
Hesitating the moon shivers and shakes As I watch it changing shape Undertaking a crooked path Somewhere there’s a road to take The signs point straight, behind I see years of my life A...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 21
Serial Fiction ‘Oh, one more thing. They don’t use their real names here. Instead they choose a famous composer or such and they go by one name.’ Archibald whispered in his ear. ‘They’ll label...
Introduction to the South Pacific Adventure Known as French Polynesia
French Polynesia, or Polynésie française, is an extensive cluster of dreamlike archipelagos and hidden island paradises. The epic collective of 118 islands, islets and atolls lies in the middle of the vast Pacific Ocean,...
A Jealous Moment
The aroma of her nail polish is so strong that I smell it from the lounge chair. And her hair? Straight and silky. All to visit our dentist—her former employer. She says no. Do...
Forest Creatures: Quiet – Part Three
Serial Fantasy “Oh, hello there, little thing,” the immortal said at the sight of her. “Is that mine?” The human gestured to the red fruit in the immortal’s hand. She was a clever girl....
It’s All In Your Hands
Poem On a motorcycle, zipline, airplane I want to soar down the snowy mountain I want to blaze up the trail Be young and burn this energy Get high off my own vitality The...
