I own this thing.
As he shaves he looks in the mirror and sees where his skin is ageing. When he was young he was handsome, he remembers. He was brave and adventurous. His life was so much more open and the opportunities were endless. He was also very stupid and arrogant. Now the wrinkles grow and his body … More Driftwood
The leaves finally had started to turn their proper color. The nakedness of the trees was merely gone. Summer would be here soon and the cold mistress of the snow, winter would be but a memory. Until it came back. It didn’t matter. She stared at the trees thought the window and thought beautiful things … More May, When the Trees Turned Green
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
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