(with a nod to Francis Thompson)
She ran
She fled
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
Alaska
THE ORANGE GLOW OF THE SUN SURRENDERS TO THE PINK AND PURPLE SKIES AROUND IT.
I HEAR THE DEAFENING THUNDER OF THE FRAGILE GLACIERS, Continue reading Alaska
Yellow and Scarlet Dahlias– All Laughing, All Sultry
If it were any other kind of debris lying in the trash, it would have lain in a stupor of lifeless glare: Continue reading Yellow and Scarlet Dahlias– All Laughing, All Sultry
About Alexandra- Part 2
Alexandra is my daughter but I’ll let her speak for herself even if I can’t stand it. Continue reading About Alexandra- Part 2
What Happened Out Back- Part 1
The South Onnamaqua police rescue team responding to a call on September 8 discovered a local resident up to her neck in what was described as wet Continue reading What Happened Out Back- Part 1
The Fine Art Of Not Writing
Gary Gladstone
Today I will write more because last week I let a million distractions keep me from actually hitting the keys.
I’ll start now.
I feel better because of my resolve. Let’s start.
Let me just check email first. I’ll open this Continue reading The Fine Art Of Not Writing
DO IT ALL AGAIN
I am sheathed in gray, riding under smoky clouds and through heavy fog, soaked through on this late October afternoon, a light mist sliding off my lashes and I stick out my tongue to catch the rivulets running down my face. Continue reading DO IT ALL AGAIN
Pitter Patter
THE PITTER PATTER OF JAKE’S PAWS ON THE HARDWOOD FLOORS, SHOCKS ME BACK TO REALITY FROM WHERE MY MIND REVIEWS THE KALEIDOSCOPE OF ENDLESS IMAGES THAT WEAVE THE YEARS OF MY LIFE TOGETHER IN TAWDRY Continue reading Pitter Patter