Poem: Fell On Blank Days
“Fell On Blank Days” It’s not with sorrow that we greet the days When nothing seems to happen. It’s more with a wish that we could know That which will make us long for these crushing calms. The days meted out in doctors’ waiting rooms...Perpetual Loss Part 2: The Sick System
Continuing my story of adult attachment disorder. Read part one here: The Parking Lot. Part 3 is here: The Recipe for Lemonade. It was a rare, happy occasion. I remember how normal and whole I felt that evening. I was standing on the front of the...Poem: Apology
The plastic bag from CVS Lay upon the genteel crest. A solemn sign — life in decay. Around here we don’t live that way. But in the bag was a receipt For Ex-Lax and something by “Fleet.” Seems local men are bothered more By constipation than by...Perpetual Loss Part 1: The Parking Lot
This is part one in a three-part series. Part 2 is here: The Sick System In some ways, I died in a parking lot one night in 1976. And it was near that same parking lot that I started coming back to life. It had been a parking lot for a Woolco back then. Nowadays, new...Microfiction: A Real Ladies’ Man
I only remember falling on top of her. She was laughing. She threw her arms around me and I could smell beer and nachos on her breath. I struggled with my pants. Then, nothing–until the sun came up and the birds started singing through the window. I gradually...
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