Out of LoveJoy …


And then there was the local posse. A rat pack of toss-a-way’s, sidelined rocketeers, that had been waylaid by a 1960’s hangover, survived for another go around 10 years later, and somehow walked away from an irreversible tail spin to end up in the same carousel I had by an urge of fate declared my home.

Leaving Childish Things… On LoveJoy


I crossed the street because I was afraid. I was afraid to walk past this man in a black weather torn leather jacket who was with another woman, and a tall lanky dark tanned Indian, all three kind of sprawled on someone’s  front lawn, with their feet visiting the pavement. The man in particular had…

Children, Ravines, and Twines


His throat moved. It wasn’t that it changed, it just quivered a bit, and I took another sip of chicken soup at the kitchen table after I had seen it. It was the oddest reflection not in a mirror, that as a child seemed so simplistic. It was like looking at a quick rewind of…

Hide & Go Seek


Big trees with wind blown dresses hiding behind them. My new mother and a strange man named Diether, that is what I remember of the Black Forrest. Little children’s games of hide and seek It is funny that there was no picnic- but then again … As a child it seemed another walk, but this…