Books, Short Stories, and Poetry
Every morning ‘neath warming Dixie sky, upon his porch does the King of Rutledge hold his court in plaid and gray. Two felines pay homage at his feet, (last night’s pan of ham and greens licked clean), as squirrels leave home by fascia hole — a hurried zig-zag scurry toward yawning oak. Commence the civic... Continue Reading →
On the Plateau of the Everyday you operate, far from the edge in a circular Trench carved out by your mindless beating feet — a legacy of drudgery. But, oh, the ease in keeping feet one in front of the other, no bother for the ledge — the Edge of Normalcy — and the Unknown... Continue Reading →
A Sunny Day beckons through the windows, imposes itself on my conscience, demanding my dutiful presence. It is vast, outstretched, flowing away from me with an earnest potential, a groping command to be fully realized in the breathless glory of the out-of-doors. And I find it wearisome — taxing my will to motivate. It radiates... Continue Reading →
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 →