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Harley Worth a Dime (Flashback Friday)
Harley’s Bowl was where we rolled, almost every weekend. The 60’s inspired single-story building towered over the otherwise empty field, unless the circus was in town. The bleak architecture neither...
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The Flying Curtain
The flimsy blue curtain dangled loose from its Velcro snap. I caught a glimpse of the other side as it swayed with the turbulence. Between waves of blanket blue, I spied warm peanuts and champagne....
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Seasons Please
the seasons ceased to change the moment the ripples in your heart were swallowed by the sea you and I in the past tense to say we’d from the weeds in my veins where embers used to bleed this cannot......
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Seen Your Time (A Poem)
Seen Your Time One thread at a time Taught between your fingers it lingers to the ground Tight where you pull time from under me It’s the laugh of all laughs In mirrors the laughs of your laugh...
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Hawai-I Do
I can’t remember all the details, which is a shame. It was a week for the ages, a celebration of a commitment between two wonderful friends, an elation of the union we were actually part of, in a...
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Bread Crumbs and Airports
Airports are a feeding frenzy for perspective seekers. I love airports. I do. Always have. Terminals pulse, day or night, and the tingling vibrations that match the flickers of the fluorescent...
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Nobody Calls Me Nobody
“He was a nobody before he was a somebody,” a former NFL quarterback said, about Pat Tillman. “And he never forgot that, he carried it with him. That’s what made him so special.” Well intentioned...
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The Sticks You Left Behind
They place sticks above me, one at a time. Lifeless twigs, dry and brittle like the suit they dressed me in. It’s my family, my friends. And you. They let gravity pull the sticks towards me. A subtle...
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When Old Bridges Pass
The old bridge runs alongside the new. Like a shadow of my past crossings, it’s a stark reminder that nothing in this world is permanent. Piece by piece, they disassemble the steel, and each morning...
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Thanks Give In (Weekly Writing Challenge: Haiku Catchoo!)
(image: Street Haiku by cogdogblog CC BY-SA 2.0) Thanks Give In Take two, oven mitt Remember, remove giblets Lest tradition fixed – There’s always a first. This challenge got me with the notion that...
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Memories Applied in a Dirt Lot
Like a camera out of focus, everything in front of me was just a little bit off. I pinched my eyes to temper the blur, to see that the world around me was, in fact, real. It was a moment... Read More ›
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Beautiful Ruined
It’s happened before. Arrogance and fear combined to make humble pie. So I shouldn’t have been surprised when I locked my eyes on the first page of a book and immediately criticized and picked apart...
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The Writing Path to 2014
Bender pondered the wine in his hand. “A writer needs four things to achieve greatness, Pasquale: desire, disappointment, and the sea.” “That’s only three.” Alvis finished his wine. “You have to do...
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What’s Important to Me?
With long lines at the gym and salad bars, I can’t help but think January has to mean something more to me. It’s not just a new calendar year, it’s a new beginning: a time, no doubt, to set goals......
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We Are Painted People
The people that look at me, what do they see? The ones that dabble with curiosity to find the intricacies in my voice, what do they hear? I wonder if they can hear the silence between my words, if...
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Knock on Love
I was determined to write something – anything – today. It didn’t matter if it was a strong piece, or if it was a short story, poem, or even a knock-knock joke without a punch line. I was going to......
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I Object to Luck
Write about an object. Any object. Sounds simple enough. What should I write about? This morning I heard about an incredibly interesting study about success. The man behind the study, a professor at...
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Weekly Writing Challenge: Threes – A Tribute to Mom
In this week’s writing challenge, we are to write a post using three photographs for inspiration. As I scrolled through the photographs, it was very easy for me to choose A Tribute to Mom by Cardinal...
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The Sound of Our Souls
How often are our footsteps the only thing we hear? I’d venture to say it’s a rarity, living and working in the city, which is such a shame as the world beneath us is so large yet we seldom pay... Read...
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Time Is on My Side
as time counts up the more remarkable we need to be to remark on what it is we want others to see as time counts count down our memories grow expectations molded for us show time slows for the...
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