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At Fred’s
Posted on May 22, 2014 Leave a Comment
Sitting below the tin sunshine of morning, they are all for themselves on the vinyl swivels of impending gossip, the backs of shared misfortune. Cups of milky tea, stringed labels Lipton-bright dangled amid crumbs and crumpled sugar packets. The greenish-hued Princess Pseudomona reigns, and her ear-bent court of retirees ne’er-do-wells braggarts circumspectly defer, awaiting the […]
Mantra
Posted on May 19, 2014 2 Comments
When I open my eyes each morning to a new day, my child is dead. When I yawn, stretch before arising, and dangle my feet off the bed, my child is dead. When I worriedly listen for my other son’s soft breaths as he sleeps, my child is dead. When I am overjoyed at the […]
Squandering Stories
Posted on May 16, 2014 Leave a Comment
In third grade at Yantacaw School, we had a weekly timeslot reserved for show-and-tell – sometimes involving show-and-listen, where we were allowed the opportunity to share our favorite music with classmates – more like show-and-tell lite. I believe this is where I may have been exposed to the one-eyed, one-horned, flying Purple People Eater – […]
The Happy Hour
Posted on May 14, 2014 Leave a Comment
Cocktails FOR SALE is what it says. Underneath the ‘FOR SALE’ are fragmented black letters, dissimilar in size, chipped and discolored to almost grey (not gray). -Buy 8 get 1 free- We’ll buy them and drink them. Carefully placed, you believe, are those letters on the sign, crooked and hanging, the first ‘l’ dangling into […]
Hey, Nurses, Happy Special Needs Caregivers Day
Posted on May 2, 2014 Leave a Comment
The evolution of National Nurses Week (May 6, 2014 – May 12, 2014) and National Nurses Day, which will honor nurses this year on Tuesday, May 6, 2014, has been a well-deserved reward for the hard work and dedication of nurses in all areas of the profession. Doctors don’t need any recognition like this because […]
Saliency
Posted on April 11, 2014 Leave a Comment
Swept under the rug of regret are all the glossed-over particulars, the minutiae exchanged for the gray scale, the broad strokes -Please spare us the gory details. There’s no need to go any further- inbred and pled are all those congenital smiles -You keep doing it, and so will we- and you will and they […]
Deserted Tuesday
Posted on April 4, 2014 Leave a Comment
Ostensible and apparent, abandonment leaps, spreads into the front wheel – clips my easy-pedaled haste, glimpsing a shine in the driveway of the commonplace. Before I torment home, the words are formed, but float away unspoken, understood. A tour of momentum is about the words formed and said – ineptness of speech in a vortex […]
To a Noble Mind O’erthrown
Posted on April 2, 2014 Leave a Comment
You must have been confused again, just south of Glenwood, waving to me last night from Westinghouse with its windowless maws. You rose from parkway pangs and underground radioactive molybdenum, spewing yourself -fluorescent and faded- before broken remnants of time beneath exit 148. I know it was you. I caught you as you glinted off […]
Shock
Posted on March 31, 2014 Leave a Comment
Fog-lit halos ignite from darkness, astonished by persistence, admonished by perseverance. Stun and sun are hand in hand in bewilderment, only half aware of perfunctory alarm. No surprise, no shock advised. In the past are feet up recollections of diet Cokes fizzing next to ACLS manuals, heads up, 5 Hs and Ts, lingering rescue breaths […]
The Ride to Ithaca
Posted on March 28, 2014 Leave a Comment
Music box plays Close to You; you still hear it on the last tick- the one where you wait, and then one last note jumps out, leaves the end hovering, finished only in your head. With copious notes carried around, scribbled minutiae- nonsense, really- Nero fiddling while Rome burns, I’m reminded how the Empire State […]
A Girl by the Bridge 
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