Poem: Good Old Days Rondel

Thinking back on the good old days
Reminds me they weren’t all good
We never lived life like we should
And the days all just fade away

Poem: Paths That Don’t Lead Home

Home wasn’t calling to me
Whispers of words pulled me
Down old roads where we used to ride
With you by my side under the moonlight
Hands held over the console and signing
Songs by Tom Petty and Springsteen
On repeat as we cruised down to the bay

Short Story: Standing on an Empty Street Without Direction

Lena breathed in the chilly night air.

It was the hour of the morning when the previous night’s mistakes lingered but hadn’t taken root into full-blown regrets.
She looked up the street.

Then down the street

Then back to me sitting on the stoop, head in hands, fighting off the oncoming hangover.

Poem: Empty Spaces

In lonely hours I walk
Passing among the people
Who do not seem bothered
By how alone they are
And find some solace
In this I know companions

Poem: LandaysImpasse

There is a Cold War between our lips
With neither of us willing to speak truth to power

Days go by one chasing another
With a silence filling the gaps where our words should be

Both preferring to preserve the truce
That keeps the peace and keeps us as willing prisoners

Poem: Felt Hours

Walking through old memories
Where the heat of your body
Kept me warm between sheets
Soaked with the sweat
Of our passions intwined

Laying in a bed grown cold
By your absence here

Poem: Repeat

The needle skips
And skips
And skips
Until I put it back in the groove
That old vinyl has been playing
The same song since you left