If at the end of life I am given chance to re-live again, one more time, experiences I’ve loved: I pray to hear my oldest son on the piano. I listened to him today. He played a song called “Cathedral Bells” and, closing my eyes, I could hear again the organ-sound of the […]
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Short Story
THE CRUX
Often, we make a story longer than is needed. Building up to what it is we wish to say, audience loses interest and never finds what it is we wish to tell. Get to the point. Tell what matters. Meaning hangs on the crux. The story of Creation is told in a […]
Journal Pages
WHAT WE TAKE AWAY
“You were smiling so big!” my nine-year old son tells me, his own showing as he says. “I was,” I affirm. “You were so happy!” “I was,” I affirm again. Many times, he repeats the same on our drive home and after, when we are there. This is what […]
Short Story
COASTAL TOWN
“Getting high’s easy. Getting drunk’s fine. It’s the getting by that’ll get a soul down. So if you need me, know that I’m bleeding Somewhere alone in some coastal town…” _____ Fifth of May, the poppies were in bloom; and they walked together the coastal hills in scent of the sea they could not […]
Short Story
STRAWBERRIES
“…be my house, strong and sturdy far from town, oh; be my home, just think of all the places we will go…” _____ Year by year, she watched it grow—strawberry patch in runner-spread across the farm place lawn. Begun as three small cuttings, it was summer blanket of layers and levels of green and […]
Short Story
CHARTREUSE LEAVES
Anna was beautiful in reposed read, body curl and lie of fit in small of loveseat’s rest; sky-blue shirt and panties, white, legs and face and arms past curl-raised sleeves in light of window sun. Slope of ceiling beams above, rays of sun in fall, all of moment appeared in lead and guide […]
Short Story
FLASHING LIGHTS
I passed a set of flashing lights this morning on a mostly empty road. A Sheriff’s truck under overpass with no other car around, wondering what I missed—I looked a little closer. Against direction of traffic, walking towards, was a teenage boy—pack strung over single shoulder. From […]