Night Sounds
We have arrived at our rental home in the Finger Lakes in upper New York state. It was many hours in a cramped airplane, and almost as many hours in…
She Was a Dancer
She was a dancer; she was always a dancer. From the time her memories started, she had already been taking dance lessons for two years. Admittedly,…
Missing Teeth
I know this is going to sound weird. This is why I’m doing this in my journal. I do this for several reasons. I do it longhand because I don’t trust…
On the Road Again, Part 3
The Bed, the Raccoon, and the Draft “…It will run like a striped ape.” It was a vision of madness and security. Cradled safely in the arms of a…
On the Road Again, Part 2
Desert Death It was like a giant celestial radio tuned between stations. An incredible buzz, a drone that ebbed and flowed but never disappeared. A…
On the Road Again, Part 1
A Fine Morning It was cold and damp on the beach. You could hear the surf crashing at some distance, vaguely over there, behind a thick veil of grey.…
The Letterbox, Part 2
The early morning horizon anticipated the sun, pre-lighting the mountains and the evergreens, creating a glow on the ocean. Birds were awake, singing…
The Letterbox, Part 1
In many ways, the town was like dozens of other coastal communities, a bit off the main highway, situated on the bluffs above the beach, the…
“Blind Vines,” “When I Think of You,” “The Groundling,” and Other Poems
Blind Vines We are blind vines, Spiraling, grasping,…
Avoiding Heaven
He stared at the back of her head, fearing to look left or right, but also living with the realization that this was the only contact that was…
