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i’ll never forget those

I’ll never forget those you rip away. Your signature is unmistakable, Scars across the ground that may grow over, may look healed but never will – We’ll still see, and we’ll know. As long as we remember, you will never… Continue Reading →

Begin

Enough now. Enough of the stops, don’ts, doubts, blank stares at empty pages. The Death card has turned up for ego – so small yet so loud – a sparrow’s cry in a canyon echoing – an illusion of bigness…. Continue Reading →

Because it is That Fall Day

It baffles me to think that I remember exactly what I was wearing 26 years ago today. Green and black sweater with cropped jeans… tan leather jacket. About now, I was sitting in the stands at Ravsten Stadium with my… Continue Reading →

That Fall Day

Sometimes, it just happens this way. Fall slams on the trees, the air chills, and I remember. I remember running, my feet pounding into the soft pavement, the smell of my new leather jacket, and catching up with her and… Continue Reading →

those who feel truth

those who feel truth see yours. you cannot disguise it from me. a soul – buried – its last defense against your injured ego – a venomous dictionary at its tongue’s tip – nearly always used to hide truth and… Continue Reading →

evaporate

Bones jerk & reassemble at your arrival. Watch. It is not pleasant. The seasoned who would stomp and scream otherwise shake Then run — flushed — at times with pride, more often panic Because you are a new kind of… Continue Reading →

First & Second Drafts

August 22, 2011 – we learned Angie died. There’s a phrase turning in my head — it’s still too new, too now to be of any use to me yet but I know it’s about you – about a hope… Continue Reading →

Ford

Funny, what I remember – “Exit, pursued by a bear – best stage direction ever,” then a one-cheek Duck Soup laugh. Cigarettes, brown straw hair, jeans, plaid shirts not lately laundered. Stuff of the ordinary. Extraordinary – compelling me to begin… Continue Reading →

Because It’s That Fall Day – backstory

It baffles me to think that I remember exactly what I was wearing 26 years ago today. Green and black sweater with cropped jeans… tan leather jacket. About now, I was sitting in the stands at Ravsten Stadium with my… Continue Reading →

That Fall Day

Sometimes, it just happens this way. Fall slams on the trees, the air chills, and I remember. I remember running, my feet pounding into the soft pavement, the smell of my new leather jacket, and catching up with her and… Continue Reading →

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