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
Flowers bloomed early that year. The sun rose and shone with more warmth than most years. She used to plant these when it was summer. He would watch her water the flowers and in his memory these images were preferable to others. They were an old friend he could call on now, sometimes. The girl … More The Girl With the Sunkissed Hair
Roma, Italia The early morning fog is heavy. It sticks to my sweaty skin. It is cold this morning, around ten degrees Celsius. Anna is sleeping in our small bed of an apartment only half a kilometre from the Vatican. I am walking to Piazza Giuseppe Garibaldi; it is a hill near the River Tiber. … More L’Ultimo
“We should go on a ride sometime.” Dave looks at me with his bright blue eyes. “We should go.” “I know.” I say to him. The evening stretches our shadows, our shapes grow and reach for eternity. The night will be here soon and they long to get away. Dave stands by his bike. It’s … More Sooner or Later
In rained today, a soft mist like it does on the coast sometimes. The water slowly soaks you through and you can feel it and smell the grass and trees drinking drinking it all. She looks over my shoulder. “You couldn’t have gotten that wet; you’ve only been out for a few minutes today.” A … More A Package in the Rain
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