Dr. Steven Wolfson sits up straight on the couch, awakened from his afternoon nap by the loud shook-clang of the garage door chain engaging below. Eliza is back home. He had fallen asleep in the extra room upstairs, which doubles as his office. The house shakes as the door gurgles open along its rusty brown…
How It All Happened
Here’s how it all happened, I’m not sure what they’ve shown Words travel in packs now – they should wander alone We are thrown into spaces that we can never own Halfway or more along the way He could feel the edges had begun to fray Yet, only time would tell him what he needed…
St. Briavels
I have walked down the down roads, springing no bogs and soft focus tunnels of hedges, white at the edges green scraps and the magenta atomizer of cool spring dawns, All touching me to somewhere like rotating radii, Splashing out amber and circles Of fungi and lichen (all living) And, I, who had hopes of…
About Time
So, we've decided to arrive again Arrive again Here, take this hand Yes, in a handshake "There's something familiar about this.” “...No, the grasping and the falling" Elliptically, we spin through - essentially mined Mined for mind and timed. Elliptically, sand and glass Essentially, particle and mass Window dressing electric pulse Window dressing electric pulse…
Cynthia
Old ideas and these memories are like fish in a murky bay Some swim to the top to get caught, others dive deeper as they twist away Her answers were all questions, but I can’t remember now Just what she tried to ask or what I tried to say If we consider heaven now What…
These Requests
These requests, they will find you wherever you stray
Chemistry Lessons
We had become the frenzied offspring of Jackson Pollock and Carl Sagan, flicking billions and billions of neon-green stars across the black canvas of the football field. Michael's mother had sent him to the party with a supply of glow sticks she had bought on sale at the Dollar Store. Michael never opened the bag…
In the Meantime
I scan the field for wildflowers as the Texas sun scalds the back of my neck. I'm looking for potential transplants that would look pretty in the front garden. With every passing year, Cody and I crave more vivid colors. He says our eyes are growing dim and we need more brightness and contrast. Makes…