A Collection of Prose and Photography
I am a pen, but what then when nobody wants a pen, or to read. They all have nails to be hammered, so I am a hammer. For that’s all they see. What becomes of this pen after blow, after blow? Ink dried up inside No beckon to flow. Lying a stub The pages left... Continue Reading →
Another day, another dollar wasted on soulless estates — grand staircases, marble fireplaces, triple-pane, bocote framed windows remote-controlled, and I shudder. Oh brother, home theater, dishwasher does laundry and also cooks dinner. Automation saturation — domestic overstimulation. No, not for me; not a house that talks at me, but a home that speaks to me,... Continue Reading →
His mouth is moving, and I nod approvingly though my mind is in the abstract — too easily distracted by stressors, the pressures of existence, the voices of business. A pane of glass between Father and I, and inside: seizures, palpitations in my chest arrest my presence. Oh, what I would to hear a replay... Continue Reading →
The verdict was in: I was found guilty as sin by a jury of one. Withholding of love the charge, though by and large I would disagree. I made my plea, but facing ten years of compiled evidence, deaf ears, and deference the trial was over before I’d known it’d begun. Oh sure there were tears, (like... Continue Reading →
It‘s our last night away when the fog lolls in off the bay, and with it comes a drizzle – the first rumor of rain since we had arrived some five days before. The last stop on our tour of the coast, trying to make the most; and here we are, side bar, corner of... Continue Reading →
Towering clouds peak on the horizon, while all eyes on the screen flickering red, yellow, green. The air sucked out of the room, mouths mute, agape. The red ticker tape flashing warnings, and oh what a morning, the mourning begun for those already passed, the world aghast, and we’re waiting in the path of calamity,... Continue Reading →
Suspended in motion. Even the ocean roils, rages in despair But rarely leaves its borders, Just following orders. And I am the ocean Grand notions of lasting legacy, But like the sea, I roar then settle, A tempest in a kettle. The cycle unrelenting, Perspective dementing From the thrashing, the crashing headlong Into sea walls... Continue Reading →
Child, when did it die, the light inside? A decision at some point in time? A bitter, free fall dive or mournful, listless slide? A whirlwind ride, or the long wave goodbye to the ebbing tide of potential energy stored once inside, where hope, now lost, did once reside? Was it pride? A call to... Continue Reading →
They’re women. Not a plank in your stage, just average everyday Janes; your neighbors, for Godssake, mothers and sisters. Some have, some consider with trembling and doubt — one way in, no way out. Some married, some teens, so many between a hard choice and a harder so they barter with God and the stars... Continue Reading →
Mid-July, mercury high, summer sky blue with a grey hue above the horizon line. The west wind will be blowin’ in a boomer come afternoon, but in the meantime she takes a set on the porch railing, listless eyes trailing, “The heat brings out the green in the leaves,” to nobody in particular she declares.... Continue Reading →
B David Larson 