| Date |
Title |
Content |
|
Reach |
One has to wonder,
with such a display as... |
|
I Could Have Been It |
When the moon is but a shard of milky... |
|
Untitled |
Silence
is not always golden.
I miss your... |
|
Shaken |
She sat at the bar alone,
on the stool... |
|
Breathless |
How is it that the end of something
as... |
|
Poppy Jewelry |
Somewhere between smoking opium
And... |
|
Patchwork |
I lie on the concrete,
near a puddle of... |
|
You Aren't Here Anymore |
I woke up alone again.
You would think I'd... |
|
Grumblings of a Night Owl Living in a Morning Lark World |
When the alarm went off for the third... |
|
Dog-walkers and Coppers |
So, Thanksgiving was yesterday, for us... |
|
The Sky Isn't Gone Yet |
It’s late, Darling. We should go to... |
|
Creep |
You're freaked out by me, aren'tcha?
I can... |
|
What if they hadn't survived? |
They wouldn't have awakened
with silent... |
|
Flutter |
The snap
of the flags
in the... |
|
Woke Up Swingin' |
I gave the nice doctor
a scratch on his... |
|
Docking |
All the
Boats and
Creaking
Docks... |
|
Landmark |
Sometimes
a squash
smished
with a... |
|
Last Time in Bethlehem |
When she woke up,
the disappointment of... |
|
Tai Chi Chu'an |
Dancing partnerless,
slow-motion... |
|
Beatrice Take 2 |
When I saw him, my heart began to beat... |
|
Bread of Life |
Oh, Daddy Daddy, I’m hungry. Make me a... |
|
Familiar Shoreline |
I could swear I've stood in this exact same... |
|
Obsession |
The more he panned, the thinner he... |
|
Bells of St Casimar's |
St Casimar's bells woke me up every Sunday... |
|
Random Thoughts of a City Girl |
As a baby, I cried whenever my mother set me... |
|
Blilnd Date |
He hailed from down Iowa way,
and he... |
|
Mr Gause |
One can only speculate, of course,
but... |
|
Charakters |
"For one human being to love another:
that... |
|
Backpacks & Dragonflies |
There was no such thing as a water slide in... |
|
At Death's Door |
When we met, I looked into your eyes as you... |
|
Reruns |
Before my brother was born
(it was 1976... |
|
Be |
Sometimes
there are no words.
I caress... |
|
Quiz |
We sat there
for hours as I
quizzed him... |
|
Small Town Phobic |
"I'm scared of small towns,"
she said... |
|
Burnt |
He walked with a limp
that he didn't have... |
|
Worth It |
Four-year college education:... |
|
The Morning After |
None of the neighbors
could quite
figure... |
|
Heartache |
At first, she felt nothing. It was like... |
|
Simplify |
My right hand
was busy holding
the... |
|
Daunting |
Daunting, isn't it?
The clean slate.
So... |
|
Couched |
Her ass and the couch cushion were the most... |
