There are a lot of blank spaces
as I look back
but
blanks
are what I'm used to--
blanks
are what we got a lot of
back then.
The story
has been filled in,
drawn on,
made up
as I went along
because fiction
is better
than
nothing.
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Monday, June 2, 2014
Shadows
Still lurking in the shadows after all these years
like a faded old film
making barely discernible projections
in a darkened corner.
I remained unenlightened.
like a faded old film
making barely discernible projections
in a darkened corner.
I remained unenlightened.
Vintage Vision
We reach for the retro
for a time--did it exist?--
that we hunger to be a part of.
We want to better understand ourselves.
Are we so fundamentally different from each other?
Would we have been friends?
We want to understand *you*,
the unmet enigma
staring at something
off in the unseeable distance
from out of an old photograph.
for a time--did it exist?--
that we hunger to be a part of.
We want to better understand ourselves.
Are we so fundamentally different from each other?
Would we have been friends?
We want to understand *you*,
the unmet enigma
staring at something
off in the unseeable distance
from out of an old photograph.
Friday, March 14, 2014
After
decades of walking through life’s gardens,
discovering
the intoxicating textures and colors
together
driving
leisurely on roads newly-discovered,
sharing
our lives,
I
never want to lose the taste of it--
of
intense new flavors,
like
being served exotic food
by
someone who can’t help but
love
you
on
a warm, spring day.
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