I can recall the breathless moment: Heart knowing to stop for love before feet, a quick about-face grinding sparks on marble flooring. Lace curtains fluttering on a salty breeze. His name was Wyeth. I was 17; he was immortal. I could not love him more. 7 years passed before he found me on a desert... Continue Reading →
Alleluia
The cross stands, stained. The tomb is empty. Where is my Lord today? In every raindrop, every sunbeam, each gust of wind that carries song and Word.
No entomologists here
“Have you ever seen her fail?” “No, but she might.” “We think you would be overwhelmed.” I am exhausted living with the repercussions of my counterfactual. I build, build, build. My life takes shape, takes hold - is taken away on the premise I might make a mistake, might be a mistake. I am not... Continue Reading →
Good Friday
Once a year, from 12 to 3, we sat in silence. I didn’t understand it. My mother told me, “A man is dying right now.” Three hours seemed a long time; it was absurd, and how could anyone die in the sunshine of a mild spring? That childhood innocence has fled: I have seen casual... Continue Reading →
The view from up here
Strong scotch, cool winds. Punch-drunk, love-drunk, his heart opens and shuts, opens and shuts. It has taken the place of his lungs. It has taken the place of his mind. He pulses, he smiles, he warms.
House husband
Dishes clink and chime. Tupperware lids bend under rushing water. His fingers rough out stains, wipe dry the china and my weepy eyes.
Ann with no ‘e’
The diamond that perched on my mother’s engagement ring is now nestled in my own. It watched as my mother agreed, 14 years and 3 proposals later, to marry my father. It heard my deadbeat grandfather fly his Cessna over the wedding ceremony, and it cooled under my mother’s steely reserve on what should have... Continue Reading →
Nails & wood in Golgotha
There are days when I doubt your goodness. Those sweet moments I steal for myself to only realize they are cloying, my hands tacky with blood and my lips slick with shame. Why is it that I pierce everyone you love? Don’t tell me, don’t tell me – Don’t whisper to me how I was... Continue Reading →
Paint bye numb ores
These sonny daze fly bye In hazy fever dreams of Gould n rose. Eye wander when the knight meanders inn on the evening breeze two meet the son set, doo they kiss hello ore wave good by?
TTTYG/TTFN
I fear that catch-22, the compensation for insisting on what joy we presently have: Those years when cataracts will caulk my eyes, cobwebs illuminate the dust on the furniture and the gone-ness of my mind. Those years when I will not remember that you have been gone for such a long time now but somehow... Continue Reading →
dragging the lake 