I own this thing.
There’s a place in the world. There, in that place, there is a long green. It stretches from the base of a mountain. There are bleached white logs from before man here. They are petrified and solid. The green runs along a stream that glistens in the sun and rain. It pours the stream … More Visitors
“I’ll come down and see you sooner or later.” It might have been the fourth time in as many months that I had said it. “We’ll hang out.” “I miss you man.” “I miss you too.” Still I avoid the trip to his town for too long because it is long. The road is long … More The Boy Leaves
“We’ll only ever be just a little way apart. We’ll never be that far away from each other.” She was beautiful in Mark’s t shirt on his bed when she told him that. The morning sun radiated off of her hair and she glowed and he glowed and they glowed. The world glowed. If only … More His Parting Gift
Slowly the sun rises against the mountains. The air bites sometimes before the sun rises to greet me. Then it settles its rays against me. We were old friends. The sun has been friends with all of us since life began on this planet billions of years ago. She is warmth and promises that she’ll … More A Morning in Firenze
“You know we have to listen to Christmas music on Saturday.” She says to me. I look at her from the couch. She’s beautiful in the glow of the kitchen lights. In our apartment that just isn’t quite big enough, the living room opens feet from the kitchen and it’s just enough for her and … More Christmas
The Rhine curled around our little bit of land. Then in that time and place, the world was a little bigger and there didn’t seem to be so much hate, but this was a farce. The social media empires had yet to be established. I think that maybe the angst was always there, … More Delilah
The cold air takes her warmth. She holds what she can tightly against her chest. Her arms wrap around and she sees the white and life hiding, but still there in the winter. In a month the sun will set and not rise for thirty days. It is a hard time when this happens. The … More She is Old
This is an old poem. I like it very much. There’s a place in my memory. A place with green grass growing near rocks that jut up, While the ocean smashes against the shore And wind, sweet wind blows. Sun shines down on you and me So young and so free; Right then, that … More Faded
Her alarm woke her up like it did every morning. She hated the morning and hated the alarm more, but she couldn’t bring herself to destroy it. She knew she didn’t dare. She looked over at him. He always slept through his alarms. She had known him for a lifetime, it seemed. He was … More When the Rains Come
My Brother, Aaron, was married this weekend. Against their better judgement, him and his fiancee (now wife), decided to allow me to be their Master of Ceremony at their Reception. I hijacked the proceedings long enough to tell a short thing I wrote that morning. I hope for the very best for Aaron and Morgan. … More A Picture
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