I saw a memory sitting on a city bench,
arm hung over the back, cigarette
hanging from its mouth, eying the pigeons as
they strolled slowly in front of it -
crapping and cooing.
It seemed familiar. Like an August night
in Brooklyn long ago. A hot night,
with no breeze, no…
It says so right on the bumper of
the old Chrysler out in front, blowing black
smoke into my face. Ah — out of thin shadows
and into the air. So, goes the
world with no one at the wheel.
We rode buses in LA back when the…
I spent the better part of five years clinging to the outer rim of depression, desperate to keep myself from falling in completely.
Some months I was able to spend each day looking at the world as it was. The graying skies. The hardened snow along the sidewalks. …
Fingers wrapped tightly around an old pen.
Or poised above keys ready to strike.
Or whispering softly into some incredibly
awesome and yet inherently flawed App,
that alters the words, changes their trajectory. …
Heard the neighbor’s dog howl. Heard the
wind rattling against the windows. Heard cars racing,
birds calling, planes flying overhead and Death casually
knocking on doors, seeing if anyone was at home.
Heard ringtones echoing down the street;
Trucks dropping off groceries, and new
tires; big-screen TVs and girlfriends wrapped
in lace and…
I saw it leave. Saw it make a U-turn
in the playroom and exit abruptly.
Not unexpected. When someone dies,
when their presence is snuffed out
like a candle — you expect repercussions.
Emotions running headlong into one another;
feelings letting go and escaping an orbit they’ve
been part of for all…
This is my own version of the Buddhist koan —
“If a tree falls in the forest and there’s no one around to hear it — does it still make a sound?”
Writers write. Singers sing. And dancers dance. And if I am not mistaken, none of us do any…
I miss you. Not what we shared, the day in and day out.
No, you drove me fucking crazy, with your cold winters,
freezing me out; stuck on icy corners waiting for sunrise
Waiting for others to lead the way out — but they never came.
Never dreamt I’d…
“. . . sometimes I wonder if all of this is happening because I didn’t forward that email to 10 people.” Anonymous
A bully is always right there in front of you. Palm out, asking for your lunch money. …
Sister, sister — do it again.
Roll that piece of wood in your hand
and whack that little boy.
It won’t leave a mark
not on the outside, not
that you can see. Just a small
hurt on the inside — where the soul
pushes against the heart. …