I thought I’d share some of the ups and downs of my experiences after surgery. I had stomach surgery three months ago, July 13, around 7:30 in the morning. I don’t recall much after waking up that first day—I was groggy and confused, but I do remember how happy I was to see my wife.Continue reading Life after Surgery
Three months ago to the date on the calendar, I almost died. I woke up a little after midnight that Monday morning because I had excruciating stomach pain. My wife drove me to our hospital’s emergency room where they x-rayed my stomach and then loaded me into an ambulance and sped me north to oneContinue reading Living
Alone Cold is the night Lonely silence until she hums music Sweet songs in her head Humming hymns and strumming chords of her favorite songs Fingers playing music Pressing hot reflections of a time gone by A door slams somewhere far away Footsteps fade away No sound but her humming She Alone again Shivers inContinue reading Cold Is the Night [poetry]
For a perfect moment I turn to touch you with my lips I give you sweet kisses down making you tremble with anticipation I take you to the edge of a precipice— a teeter at the edge of a fall You cling to me but you fall in the rush of your sweet release cryingContinue reading Perfect Moment [poetry]
Sunday mirrored light of a hot sun reflecting off of brick buildings and parkways where a hospital sits deep brown and yellow in its last degree, fading like the old woman inside dying with a smile on her face, happy to be leaving. But I with a burlesque smile am sad to watch her go.Continue reading Passing [poetry]
Across the wilderness’s heated hardness growing, Sarah quickened with memories rushing at her. She ran until she had to rest, wishing for a Long Island iced tea to quench her thirst and dull the memory of leaving him behind in San Diego all those years ago. She spat sand as he surfed in on aContinue reading Wilderness Run [fiction]
Rain woke her. It struck against curtained glass like the nails of something evil wanting to come inside. Sarah sought safety behind two pillows a kiss away from each other; his picture and a bottle of Jim Beam Black watched over her in the swoon of the night. Soft chills shivered though her body seekingContinue reading The Haunting [fiction]
There it was in black and white, the feeling that drove Sarah mad—old tingles that used to come in color when she was a teenager. But the passage into adulthood had clouded the rainbow with storms, her eyes searching with a half-smile for the sunlight behind the clouds. Marriage had been a shelter from theContinue reading Black and White [fiction]
Rain on the windows paints calligraphy on his walls— He recites verses to music playing where pear flower stars burst forth in the multicolored bowl on his kitchen table where he once compared nature with artifice and made love to the girl with ornamental hair That’s what happens, she says to him now, when traditionContinue reading Rain [poetry]
When I, a boy, when I could, I voyaged out into your cool company— the coldness of boots pulled on at the doorstep before walking that large solitude of no cricket, no owl; walking with silent snow feet among birdless woods tossed among the taste of echoed blood at such a time of the coyote,Continue reading When I A Boy [poetry]
Again, Sarah was moved, obsessed, reaching out, entwined. Next to her open window, moonlight covered them as they climbed higher; the peak ever closer, closing in; all the right switches connected. And in that moment, she found it, or what she believed it to be: Love! It embraced her in brilliant colors and strengthened herContinue reading Love [fiction]
It was here one night, among white blossoms and junipers, that we lay and were touched while the rest of the world snored in their small beds. We breathed frost words to breezes on branches, breathing deeply in the deep woods with no earthly destination, hidden behind the pulse of dawn throbbing on a trigger’sContinue reading When Dawn Came (Revisited) [poetry]
