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 […]

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 […]

Unbalanced Mother love, I will not visit. You left my father. I feel unsteady. All my life, my young girl life, I wanted nothing so much as your freedom from his poisonous claws. I am 35. This altered scene, a family split –  the final stroke that felled the tender illusion that some things don’t […]