You never heard it at the time, of course. But, you were the sunshine of 8 a.m. freshman calculus class. All easy smiles, quick laughs, and bright eyes sitting next to me.
You never acknowledged the scowls and leers the other boys gave us, setting your sights on a certain unworldly someone instead.
You were always there with a ready question or small talk afterward in the breezeway. Continue reading Overdue Goodbyes
Leveling field where we play
Thin air baby can’t stay
Detailing devil work to pay
Ooo-ooo aah-aah and ay
Hiding open in the me
Ruling golden a door key
Loving cold stone in a sea
Keeping soul and body free Continue reading Ooo-ooo Aah-aah and Ay
She said it was Odin and the Valkyries that filled the fog with cries that day.
“Master!” Lars, my assistant, called, “This one yet lives.”
The blood-caked warrior’s breath faint, we dug between the boulders to free the Continue reading Undertaker
“I don’t want to go!”
“Me either!” chimed in the younger one.
The line inched forward. “We’re going.”
They found seats just as the trailers ceased, a bucket of popcorn in tow.
She held the 3-D glasses like soiled underwear. “I’m not wearing these.” Continue reading Lapidary
I’ve known Cat since kindergarten, but we haven’t seen each other much lately.
Life. The to-do list grows and time shrinks. I need to remind myself often to measure quality rather than accomplishments. Continue reading Song
Momma insisted her sons always be home on time.
The city didn’t allow the buses to run through his neighborhood this late. The bus wheezed to a stop. The driver pursed his lips in the rearview. He jumped down the steps to the sidewalk. Continue reading Toxic
Two weeks of business with the boss, then 18 hours in airports, and finally the blinking machine to greet him. He sighed. The suitcase heaved out of the way, the door slammed home. Continue reading Warning
Thunder rumbled like stone overhead. The wind pushed against him.
“A storm is coming.”
He heard. He squeezed the worn pendant in his fist.
Continue reading Back from Africa
Life spills out. A drop here or there at first. Then a slosh more. We stumble. The bucket jostles and a mess is made of what was once most precious. A will yet carries us on, our burden heavier and yet our time evaporating. Continue reading Torn
Cold air bit my nose. Frost covered our campsite and sparkled in the morning sunlight.
“C’mon, sleepyheads!” I called, trying to get the girls moving. “I’ve made hot chocolate.” Continue reading In Near Proximity to Bliss