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, […]