Monthly Archives: August 2015

I could swear they were singing a song when they stomped down the street two feet marching behind two. It sounded robust their approach as they came for me. It sounded jovial. They were chanting something it seemed as they … Continue reading →

Dream sweetly Think kindly Smile brightly Live healthy Drink deeply Act rightly Be happy until you see me. Then, we can think of other verbs and how to use them.

Here’s the thing: I am in then party habitat listening to the band from a polite distance playing the grooviest tunes of my favorite generation. I am in my place of power where everyone knows my name shakes my hand … Continue reading →

I look at you sometimes and I’m shocked. It’s hard to imagine what I saw in you back then when I saw something in you. You were charming, sure, beaming megawattage my way ir the way of the innumerable suitors … Continue reading →

It was a mistake. You have no idea how sorry I am. If I could use the wayback machine to go back in time and rectify this situation believe me I would. I would revise our history erase my actions … Continue reading →

I keep forgetting how wonderful you are how luminous your eyes how beautiful your jokes. When I turn away I cannot recall how exciting it is to see you looking at me and what that look can do. Constantly, it … Continue reading →

No that wasn’t an earthquake you heard not a peal of thunder not a cannon ejaculating pig iron balls. It was not a building collapsing or a car backfiring or a elementary school dismissal on the lower east side. This … Continue reading →

He would have been four today. He would have been happy in this new home where he could have run and played and enjoyed everything we cannot without him. Today he would have been four and we would have celebrated … Continue reading →

When you come to me you can be whomever you want to be. When you visit my world you can define yourself however you wish. After all I can’t say how you live away from me. I don’t know your … Continue reading →

You liked me. You did. I could tell from the things you said and the things we did and the things I didn’t have to do because of how much you said liked me. You thought I was something pretty … Continue reading →