Sunlight falls through the window, warming, caressing the air, turning and spinning the dust particles that catch and shine as they dance on the music of the silence of the room. The smell of the room is beyond stale.  Maybe, ancient?  Not armpit, not an old shoe, not even bad breath.  Something latent.  Something that … Continue reading Sunday Dust Bunnies →

Tell me a story. One you can't tell your momma or your priest. It might even be one you do not want to tell the mirror. Right now, I am where I am supposed to be, and so are you. The world is turning round and round, and people are living and dying. But, I … Continue reading Sitting on a Barstool →

Grounded by the carpet of sparkling immensity above me, I feel small. Lost in an ocean of humanity, I am swept away. Praying for a touch of a hand to ground me, to hold me, I wait. Still, my heart is alone and drowning and wishing. Feeling for God, for the very reason to be … Continue reading In Loving Earth →

April, I would have my left hand behind that beautiful neck of yours My eyes locked into yours, deeply, with nakedness of my soul. You, and I take a few more breaths, my left hand on your neck. You need my kiss to close the deal. I want a kiss to start my heart once … Continue reading My Left Hand, your Neck →

A New Rule, that is actually an Old Rule If you want me to respect and listen to you, you have to respect and listen to me. Otherwise, I will be forced to consider you someone I do not respect, Nor Will I listen to you. My silence and cold stare will let you know … Continue reading You do Want Respect →

The ribbon of my drive runs on, black asphalt, winding a slow uphill grade.  My truck needs a lower gear.  Eyes peeled for critters running in front of me to their suicide, my gas foot more ready for brakes. That old red sun makes me want to look down, instead of ahead. All the while, … Continue reading The Destination →

While the world cries for diasters and death, let me sound the song of life and loves. A coin of life has two sides, one of failure, one of life, though none of us have promise of life without failure. Let me praise breath that I have, thanks to the loves I felt, while my … Continue reading My Life, My Loves →

Will they lie about me after I am dead? I do hope so. Some will tell how horrible I was, some will tell how wonderful. I hope someone has the warmest memory of how I did this or that for them, I do. I hope someone might really feel me though I am gone. But, … Continue reading Lie About Me →

I woke with a worry, I did not know who I was, but I saw you and felt the earth, I knew where I was, so glad you saw me, just a bit of cheese to cause the dream and upset, just a bit of fear that caused my startle, But I knew you were … Continue reading Never Alone →

Timmy, as you leave your boyhood behind, let me tell you about the world and where I would like you to be. I know, I am old. You know it. But, along this path of life and misery, I have learned a few things I need to share with you. Now, you have all the … Continue reading Respect Earned →