television
when television still existed...how easy it was...to see ourselves...in the smiles of others... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Echo Mode
he hears voices...where no faces remain... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, August 19, 2016
thoughts of the traveler
biplanes over a childhood home...reruns of that rusted propeller holding place at the top of the windmill on the south side of the barn... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, July 11, 2016
Onward
FORTY YEARS AND A GRAVEL ROAD...TIME NOR STOUR SHALL KEEP US APART FOREVER... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Promise
If I could go back...there she would be...smiling me down from my finer stance...would we be somewhere holding hands again? If I could get back to her...would she yet have that need for everything I could give...I miss you, Darling...the weeping has long fallen away...hard-pressed am I for holding... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, June 6, 2016
Thinking Back...
Time...thinking back I now can understand how odd it seemed to friends and family that while others my age were good with items normally held priceless in a moment, I was so interested in clocks and calendars...I am able to put a finger upon any date of a month and year and recall everything that... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, May 16, 2016
Above Water
In the days of the ocean liner how could we not linger beneath each passing full moon? It was not ever a question of fealty or desperated love: we were where we belonged and we full well knew this to be a truth which could not and never be dislodged...in those days did run the course of absolute... Sign in to see full entry.
Our lives are defined by opportunities...
even the ones we miss. -F. Scott Fitzgerald Sign in to see full entry.
Desert Darling Lady
NEVER THOUGHT ANOTHER MIDNIGHT/WOULD GLOW WITHIN/CAUSAL WALTZ OF YOU/WHEREVER YOU HAVE BEEN/IT DOES NOT MATTER: IT IS NOT NOW/AND THAT SMILE /THAT MAGNETIC HONEY STILL HAS ITS PULL/UPON ME.../DARLING DESERT LADY/NEVER IMAGINED YOU MIGHT FIND THAT PROVERBIAL WAY/HOME... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, May 13, 2016
Another Glide
There she was. I could see that she was unable to step away from the adoring crowd. Time was not playing fair with us this trip through; if we became separated a distance of months or years would be thrown between us. How often had this happened? Enough that such dilemmas were no more than another... Sign in to see full entry.