Table for Two

Is the table set for two? I’ve been alone for far too long so if my glances fall your way I’m searching for words to say  I’ve been broken, beaten, crushed, and lied to even My heart is heavy from the scars I wear but  If you’re going to meet my gaze I’m going to raise my glass. ...

Dreaming of Dragons

That night you opened my chest and my heart poured out I asked you a question “Do you like dinosaurs or dragons?”  Our talk went to dinosaur bones and the falsehood of the brontosaurus We didn’t know better We know better now  The giant asteroid that made its scar not too far from Cancun ripples on the land...

Ocean In a Stone

I watched her like an ocean trapped in a stone cracked open evaporated alone  How could a stone contain the source of an ocean turned desert?  Does the ocean anticipate how much she will evaporate? or is she a collection of tears buying her time in the sun lifting from the center of the stone until it dries and the desert appears  Her...

State Lines

Remember when you called me in Fort Wayne? Three states between us    and you wanted to hop a plane Telling me things would change There was such a need in me to make believe. So I gave it another go    and drove back to Buffalo. As the miles...

Fake Plastic Hearts

Fake Plastic Hearts
I’m having a hard time. It’s that time of year.I feel like a broken record. In some ways I write about it year over year.But each year is different and I struggle in different ways.  This is the year that Paul would have turned 33. He died three months before he would...

Between Past and Present

Between Past and Present
Dear Kimmie, I know this letter is more for me, but I needed to write it anyway.  Here I find myself in Santa Fe embarking on a new page, even chapter, of my life. In the past I’d be updating you at every step. I can’t do that the same...

The Angel and the Fury

The Angel and the Fury
We were gathered around the fire in the rain and Sara, who had accompanied Christopher, asked me, “How long did you know her?” Barely given a chance to answer, Christopher interjected, “Forever.” There was suitable, universal truth in it that really negated any answer that left my lips. It was...

Remains of the Future

Remains of the Future
  I found myself there once again, struggling to breathe with the realization that I was mourning the future that would never be. I got the message late on Saturday night that one of my closest friends had passed away. I sat there stunned, wondering how many more times in...

Passthrough for the Darkness

Passthrough for the Darkness
I think it registered in my unconscious mind first before the rest of me began to wake. I couldn’t tell if it was a television or a baby crying, but the hysterical edge to the muffled sound resonated with me in a way that made me remember. I heard the...

The Ache of the Missing Present

The Ache of the Missing Present
The ache of the missing present. I feel like sometimes that’s what grief is. The realization of what you imagined to be never taking shape. I think that’s why some of the happiest people are the ones that only see the present for what it is and take inventory without...
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