Slap-lapping water, with a little imagination, can float the solid earth we stand upon, watching a loading boat. Hungry, an eager ferry is big enough to carry several cars, but seems a shade too small for that close-up. Fresh-painted steel appears of grander stature when the captain’s tower takes an hour, sinking at horizon, nearContinue reading “Horizon Is Illusion”
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Accidents
Big water slaps two shores and the birds don’t care, one shore being as another for those who travel without documents. I am paused to wonder, how some are perfect-built for flying and splashing about, web-footed and well-oiled. The feathered creatures do not notice me nor do I see myself, though our shared water isContinue reading “Accidents”
Hello?
We are standing outside a bar that would be dingy if it weren’t so clean. This is a dim building but tidy. Inside, the floors are swept and the glassware gleams. We are waiting for a man called Henry S. Woodworth or Paisley or Brownley or some other two syllable last name. A cab slidesContinue reading “Hello?”
The Language Arts
You turn the page and find a box of fireflies. As you read, the box-lid slips askew and florescence begins, as gentle shocks that surprise, then fade, in a heartbeat rhythm, warning that a summer day is ending, that everything is temporary.
A Box of Dream
A Box of Dream There have been seven years of steady work. The tidy restaurant is busy, people come and go. We are starting to relax. Sometimes, folks buy an ice cream. Ours is not unlike a mining town. We are owned, we are antiquated, but, it is claimed, we do our business above theContinue reading “A Box of Dream”
Evil and The Beatles
Good morning. Breakfast is cooling and I am thinking out loud. There is a brilliant frost about the roof next door, so white and pure. The earth is tipping back toward the fun part for those of us in the northern hemisphere. We will have green again, birds again. Colour returns to Pepperland. Sigh, IContinue reading “Evil and The Beatles”
Following Suggestions
When I was young, I did not understand what death meant. Every day, I propped the still one up and offered them a plate, when I made one. I did this but they seemed to have no appetite. I would sing the name to no reply then you came by, said, “Why not place thatContinue reading “Following Suggestions”
The Pill Effect
I told the doctor that the pills weren’t working, I did not wake in a pool of my own vomit. He laughed. He said the pill effect was subtle. I thought about that. Is it not love, then… even if your heart doesn’t beat itself out of your chest?.. even if it feels more likeContinue reading “The Pill Effect”
Cuore Come Fiore
The bills are current, the bed is made. It was sunny and bright at eight, though snow stacks up in for-a-while-yet piles. It is the ‘eye’ of winter and we are still alive. When February slips under the wild days of March, what will come? I am trusting that the heart is a sturdy crocusContinue reading “Cuore Come Fiore”
My Sister Screamed Underwater
My sister screamed underwater once, years ago. We were taking swimming lessons and I remember the scene as if it were a still-life, maybe or a painting by Andrew Wyeth, though my sister’s name was Helen, not Christina. The painting I remember is done in the baked-out colours of august, where anything young or greenContinue reading “My Sister Screamed Underwater”
Robert On The Air 