We come speaking tongues
Spanglish editions of handwritten love songs
Scribbled fiercely and flung
Into heartbeats
For Lack of a Hat Part II
Lady takes a cursory look around the room; even without direct eye contact she can see the wrinkled faces and craning necks over the high back chairs, stretching toward her… She smiles apprehensively and backs away. She had no intention of making a spectacle of herself. She doesn’t know where that came from. But it did. She was compelled. It must have been the Muzak and the waiting. Continue reading For Lack of a Hat Part II
Winter Solstice
My wife looked out upon a single fawn
that gnawed, unaware, at the hedge
beside the rock garden on this first day
of winter.
Fresh Caught — The Video
The Lake Writers Third Annual Group Reading Held on November 11, 2016
Woodlawn
For Lack of a Hat- Part I
It’s an old building, a refurbished hotel – circa 1800’s. It must have been quite the place back when.
Not telling – Part 3
SHE FLED HIM DOWN THE DAYS
My Old House
Not What It Seems
“Ethan, it’s Delilah.”
“Hi Delilah. I’m almost there. Are you?” I ask as I walk briskly through the cold winter night. Continue reading Not What It Seems