Moments #2
Out beyond the fields behind the elementary school, there were seasonally transitory ponds that attracted various wildlife, such as ducks and frogs. This is whe...
Category: Creative
the unspoken wall
she’d seen the unspoken wall every day, and every day she’d wondered how to take it down a wall between him and her a ghostly veil that shimmered at...
Plink-plink-plink
In the distance: Gunshots. In the foreground: A young girl crouches by a gutter grate, poking leaves from last autumn in between the cast iron bars and listenin...
Moments #1
At the end of a long pier, beneath an autumn evening’s sky, over the water that was growing chilly with the coming winter’s winds, in between two ot...
Raise High the Gondola Oars
The day JD Salinger died, I was standing near St Mark’s Square watching the pigeons attack a tourist who’d been too reckless with a handful of seeds...
Poem for Somebody
I drew you a picture in colored sand and let the wind blow it away. I hope it landed at your feet and that you could still make out the traces of what was meant...
Protected: The Barista’s Cute, By The Way
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