Ripe With Love

Brake lights filter through a mist wet windshield turning the world into a pointillism painting.   Verbally abstinent, we ride in the metal womb of my sedan. His hand rests on my middle age thigh, a gesture more tender than sexual. We are growing older. And closer.   Our bodies tandem,  our minds isolated, the radio imports unfamiliar […]

Days lay down disconnected                 from                 one                   another – shuffled cards. No storyline or heroine here in February. All meaning less and less. Don’t know if it’s accumulation – heavy five month pile – dense, diminished days, diluted  light, warmth, that leached out of my marrows in time with the sky. I’m parchment dry, […]

One Path to Therapy…

  She travels to the cupboard and finds no pills to spare. Upstairs then she would wander and find there naught but stair. So into then the kitchen for an herbal remedy, But there again, no tincture that could ever comfort she. To the apothecary, to the druggist she marched fast. Could they perhaps procure for her the cure […]