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Monthly Archives: January 2016
184 Bulwarks
The bulwarks fall before us. First, grandpas, grandmas, great Aunt Genevieve, the olds ones who have earned their rests. I shake Fathers hand, embrace Mother, hear Uncle Normans attempt at “lightening the moment”. I kid Cousin Jeffefry in the parking … Continue reading
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183 Extra-marital consequences
If there had been between her and him an awareness of progressions, sylogistic, inevitable, if – then, if this then that, commensing with a soft accidental touch, a slight, themeless brush, back of hand to back of hand, while walking … Continue reading
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182 Conversations
“The old man’s talkin’ to himself again!” groused Jake to Rachel, his wife. “Gonna say somethin’ t’ him ’bout how strange it is hearin’ his voice comin’ out from the trees! Gives me the willies in the mornin’s” “Please yourself, … Continue reading
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181 Mohonk Tower
Once, when we were crazy, we made love on Mohonk Tower. Warm Autumn afternoon, hikers voices floating up to us, daring us, “Come on! Push it!” “Get up there!” “You can do it, honey!” My wife is still that bold. … Continue reading
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180 porch light
My back porch light, a dim, golden shimmer in the dark, my beacon in the night, leads me home, brings me back to the back door when my dog and I have tarried to long in the woods, darkness catching … Continue reading
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179 A long, slow beating
Life is a long, slow beating. Standing waist deep in the surf taking the blows, the pounding, taking it, taking it, until one last wave saves us from the gradual wearing away, hits us side ways, hits us unaware so … Continue reading
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178 The strongest wave
The strongest wave’s not the tallest wave, it’s the one who stands alone, the one who draws its strength from the Power that gives it motion. It doesn’t crest to close to its sisters, leaves a deep,wide trough before it … Continue reading
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177 Hands behind my head
I prefer to sleep in bed with my hands clasped behind my head, but I tend to snore in that position, more, and Nancy, at all hours whispers, “Ken, roll over!” I, though comatose, apologise, obey, So, when I’m dead, … Continue reading
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176 Looks like I made it.
After my 3:30 AM pee, (as if I needed more evidence proving I had survived another REM DEATH,) I lay on my left side rocked by a life pulse banging in my ribs, roaring through my ear, a slow-mo jackhammer. … Continue reading
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175 soluable in water
If all the Earth is soluable and all humanity cries, how is there still rock or soil? How can anything be left? Tears are emotions currency. They pay our feelings debt. Since history’s a vail of them, How come everythings … Continue reading
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