The man stands on the front porch with his hands in his pockets, staring at the floorboards. I duck – I’m afraid he caught me watching him from my window. I’ve never seen anyone in that house, and I don’t like to park near it because I’m afraid it’s haunted. Its windows are shut to the neighborhood, and it’s faded and overgrown. TRead More
*rediscovered in the notes of my iPhone...
We rode in through the mountains.
We dropped a pin at our car.
We met a pirate and he gave us swords. We hopped on board and drove us in through gates, around fences, past campsites, through squads and couples heading in for the day.
We hopped off and paid the tender and headed in toward the Ferris wheel.
It was another hot day.
Thousands of people moving, posing, laughing, feeling, looking, searching.
Last Saturday I went to a writers day in
The park. I made myself a small lunch
And filled my water bottle with ice and
Lastly, grabbed a folding chair from my
Deck. I packed everything in the trunk of
My car and headed off to a park I had
Never been to. The GPS did the trick and
Got me there in fifteen minutes.
I wept for 10 seconds today. I normally don't cry. I can't. Who has the time? The thick, unbreakable layers of my sadness lie at the opposite end of the earth. I'm convinced I can't reach them unless I spend twelve days in an Ayahuasca retreat held deep in the jungles of Peru. Only an old, wise Peruvian shaman could serve me a potion to awaken the dormant part of my brain that harbors the demons within me.Read More
Over the past weekend I drove Upstate
To attend a wedding of a friend I've
Known for years. This friend who I'll
Call Amina, had been widowed for over
15 years. She kept herself involved with
Church affairs, visiting her grandchildren
And taking occasional vacations. When
Ever her and I would have a conversation
About being alone after being married for
A long time, we often spoke about the
Loneliness, and dealing with a big void in
Our lives. I too am a widow of four years.
Raindrops cling to the underside of the balcony railing, and I’m struck: everything is fragile. Everything is in wait for that precise, perfect moment. All it takes is…
I miss the sea.
It seems like my dad is always trying to tell me something. He died 3 years ago from cirrhosis of the liver. Liver failure. Something in my spirit always knew he wasn't going to live a long life, but it still came as a shock.Read More
It's amazing that stories are
All around us. I'm sitting in my booth
Observing everything. How quickly the
Waiters and waitresses are scurrying about taking orders and bringing out the
Dishes once they are ready.
When I was a wee lad, accompanying my grandmother to the local IGA, Doug, the casher, would yell at the top pf his lungs as I stepped through the automatic glass doors, “Hey! It’s Jerry’s-a-ferry!” Jerry’s a FAIRY!”Read More
One year ago, I remember walking into
Dollar Tree next to my house. It was crowded so I hurried to get my purchases and rushed to the nearest check out. As I stood on line waiting my turn, I noticed a young man in front of me fumbling in his pocket for
money to pay for his one purchase, a
large gallon of milk.