Empty, broken walnuts scattered on the bench outside my door one Spring morning attested to the diligent squirrel who had perched on the unpainted wood and gnawed at the thick-walled seed. Successful, the squirrel had departed unseen for other caches, … Continue reading Walnut
I think most people can relate to being rudely woken up when on the cusp of sleep. I found this poem scribbled in one of my many notebooks with a date at the top of September 26, 2014. I remember writing it at one or two in the morning and was very sleep deprived. I’m honestly surprised I managed to write anything coherent, let alone maintain a consistent rhyming scheme. The events described in the poem are completely autobiographical and, in hindsight, quite funny. My prayers were said, I was lying in bed, The lights were off. I was nice … Continue reading Sleep Interrupted
It had been raining heavily all morning. Small rivers flowed briskly through the gutters. The clouds were passing, the sunlight was strengthening, and the downpour had faded to a misty drizzle, one that was pleasant to walk through but wouldn’t leave a lingering dampness. The air hung heavy with humidity as she stepped out the door. She briefly lifted her face to the sky so the moisture could settle over it in the thinnest of films. Refreshed, she headed off and walked through the intermittent shadows of city-planted trees on one side and the intermingled sounds of cars and gutter … Continue reading Fantasy
In the calm, crisp, post-first snowfall air of a rose-tinted autumn evening, after the day’s sun has melted most of the snow away, the river’s surface is so still when reflecting the trees’ bronze-patinaed foliage you’d almost think it was … Continue reading Glass
Staring Out A Window 