I was born twenty years to the day Amelia Earhart crashed her plane. 175,200 hours between our breaths 7,300 days separate our need for human touch. Her last. My first. She, a mystery with the exit of an entangled enigma, I, a simple hiccup in the flight of glorious time.
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
Things I Am Exhausted By: Tuna fish casserole, Glen Beck, and pot holes. Cold hands, cold feet, and lack of sleep. Paper work, broken pens, and screaming dorks. Travis Tritt, hollowness, and olive pits. Bad gin, used shoes, and not enough sin. Wanting a cigarette and craving Fritos. Not having a cigarette, yet still craving Fritos. Things I Never Get Tired Of: Steely Dan, Danny Kaye, and stealing kisses. Dark chocolate, red … Read More Some things in life you never get tired of, and some things are just exhausting
I love the simplicity of poetry. Creating an image for the reader with the fewest amount of words is a challenge, and when done well very memorable. Many song lyrics are a form of poetry. Not all are, and please understand I am not saying that is what makes a great song. But it seems that many of the most unforgettable songs in my life have … Read More Poetry In Music: Helplessly Hoping
(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