As the mist from the river rises half way up the oak, he cups his right hand and skims it across the top, fingers propelling through leaves frozen on the surface. Fighting the ice crystals as they form, small sheets of puzzle pieces on his fingers, he remembers the trip made with friends in his youth, paddling canoes, wine bottles passed from side to … Read More River Leaves
Ashen snow falls heedlessly in mid-December. Lightly gathering around the sidewalks edge, nebulous at their feet, two friends, old hearts with new minds, stand in the street lamps glow. Their fingers locked together like the hills and valleys of a mountainside. Seconds become deliberate as frost forms circles around their lips, and with an undivided glance, they open themselves, once more, to winter’s warmth.
(A Reminiscence Of Young Love) I remember your face. You were the one whose eyes froze my hands from their usefulness with just a glance. You were the one whose ears like malformed snails, would lose my whispers in their curls until nothing of me was left but stale breath. The one whose nose would sniff the scent of fragrant young women and fill your … Read More I Remember Your Face