Stories In The Sand
She said she read Shakespeare so he laughed and ran away. He had no time for dead poets or stale love and stuffy hearts.
The Fear of Living
It was the county championship track meet, and I watched from the stands, sidelined by a hospitalization from the previous summer that ultimately put an end to my competitive running career.
I Look For You In The Morning Light, Always
If it breaks it’s not real, she repeated, and he thought I guess my heart isn’t real.
The Drive
The road mimics the river: where the river twists, the road turns, water and asphalt winding inevitably to meet the city skyline.
Break The Spell
Fading lights bring heightened hopes, the sharp hint of cold somehow tinder to the flame.
When the Wind Comes Rolling Down
Whe wind comes rolling down from the mountain and waves crash in from the sea.
When You Loved Me Best
In those moments I let myself remember the touch of your hand on mine, the longing in your face that I stay calm.
Why We Strive
This something is not something you can shape into intelligible words for friends or family, or even yourself, but it’s there.