Pilot Light
The skis stood outside
crossed by night in X’s
sapphire flames burning
in pyres of snow.
Tag: Nostalgia
In another time, another place, another world with gum on your shoe. Be home when the street lights come on.
Dear Nigel,
Did you know that W.H. Hudson learned to fight with a knife at the age of four? I’m unsurprised. I understand.
Push Baby
All Stop
Demons Ahoy
Little Boy!
Wake Up
Crushed Dreamer
It’s Time!
White Roses (Pt. 1)
Spring’s arrival was still a ways out but despite the snow and sleet it RSVP’d in the dead of winter. The snow was piled high by the street well out of the mailman’s way. The front sidewalk was clear. The neighbors’ walks were clear to boot and their steps swept …
Pajama Party
My grandmother always said, “Moderation in everything,” and of course she’s right. I should have heeded her advice tonight. I wonder, if my grandpa had heeded her advice more often, would he have needed the Alka-Seltzer less often?
The Hearts She Will Have Broken
I knew this little girl once in a sunlit classroom when I was little too. She had the deepest eyes of brown that would burst open to the color of swirling oblivion. They did so once right before mine. I dared to glimpse into them for as long as I …
Broken Stack
I hadn’t learned about them in school yet, numbers less than Zero, but by the time I learned to count to Ten I knew that, naturally, they were there holding the rest up. Zero wasn’t doing it all by himself. Or maybe he was. He was certainly capable. Unique as …