Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Poems: Bookstore and Reset

Bookstore
I step into
The                  Of the
Boundaries      Bookstore
And I am in pain
Because of all the stories
I cannot have
            here


Reset
With my computer’s dying breath
It says it’s shutting down;
I feel the same.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Poem: Teddy Bear

Teddy Bear
You ask me, when we were little-
“What makes you feel better
When you feel bad?”
I said my teddy bear,
Ragged and torn as it was.
I asked about yours in return
And you said, “It’s you.”
Now I have to decide
Whether I am more or less ragged
Than my teddy bear.

Friday, December 26, 2014

Poem: Songs About Home

Songs about Home
The fireplace is warm
And the cold has lost its charm
As we sit in the grand-slam
Living room chair.
We are full and we are fine
Sipping our half-glass wine
In the easy light
Of the late night
And we reject the telegram
Of outside freezing air.
This chair is old, and cushions deep
Cradle us in their lair
The fire dances and shadows creep
Close to us, if they dare.
And while it is good to wander and roam,
This is why there are so many
Songs about home.

Monday, December 22, 2014

Poem: Memories

Memories
Broken windowpanes on a sun-bright afternoon,
I shouldn’t have come back.
Back to the shattered memories,
Back to the hope childhood;
Overturned chairs on a hardwood floor.
I used to wait here,
When the windowpane was whole
When the chair was upright
When the memories weren’t memories,
They were life.
I used to wait here,
And now it is waiting for me.

Friday, December 19, 2014

Fiction: Season Reason

Dan’s foot slipped as he was putting up the large inflatable Santa. His foot sank several inches into the earth before he pulled it back out.

“Darn hole,” he muttered, “Every year. And of course Marie’s gonna get on me again about filling it in…”

On the porch his wife, Marie, stood with a critical eye next to the inflatable turkey he’d just taken down. Across their small lawn, various-colored Christmas lights, reindeer statues, multiple Santas, and a plastic snowman playing a flute were strewn around.

“Dan,” Marie called, “Do you think we have enough decorations?”

“I dunno, honey,” Dan said. “I can get some more at the store when I go into town.”


"Yeah, you do that,” Marie said. She looked out at the reindeer, the snowman, the Santas, and the lights. She continued, “It just feels like we’re missing something.”