I’m thinking of eggplant parmesan for dinner. Crickets, cicadas...sounds of deep summer. A dove song echoes in the distance. I’m suddenly feeling the quick approach to the end of summer. Did I know my last pond swim would be my…
Winter blues Weeks of that flat, gray feeling…depression…funk. Friends don’t let me sink too far below the surface with their easy nudging and reaching out. My teacher’s quiet words of encouragement as they all keep throwing out the rope. Eventually,…
I’m writing in reference to an assignments’ reflection questions…how has COVID 19 effected my mental state? What do I do to calm my mind? I haven’t had anything to say for a long time. Nothing profound…no insight. No fucking clue…
The Truck Driver: In my right shirt pocket is a blob of inch an a half roofing nails, I'm done working for today. Our 120 year old Maine Victorian farmhouse likes attention. The house sits above the village, you can…
The Truck Driver: I was ten. It was the time during the biggest migration experience I had had up til then, it was that move my family made from Bay Village, Ohio to Chesterfield, Missouri. There was a big moving…
The girl: I took the curtains down yesterday. This morning as we lay in bed watching the sky get light, we hear a train in the distance and the constant hum of people driving who knows where at 5 am…
