This Is the Way It Is

I See You

    You mysteriously appear in depth of field. But still, I know it is you woven into the background. Mysteriously, you are there, in celebration, while I am not. Alone again, I am here without you. I am mysteriously bereft, without reason; without debate; without apologia. Although I still see you, it’s through the […]

Reconnecting with an Old Friend

Reconnecting with an Old Friend

I just returned home from reconnecting with an old friend. We started out as co-workers about 18 years ago now (I still don’t know where the time goes). During one of the first conversations we ever had at work, she made a comment about cubicles and not being able to breathe and I remember thinking, […]

Leaving Behind

Sometimes she breathes as though it doesn’t matter; as though the sun will always rise and she will be here to witness it. Sometimes she breathes and feels her lungs expand like a child giving life to a balloon. Most days, though, she is dizzy with regret and dead possibilities; lightheaded with thoughts that refuse […]

How Trout Lake Turned into Clark Park

This week hasn’t been going particularly well. (Yes, I know it’s only Tuesday.) I got some bad news on top of some other things happening or to be more precise, not happening. And on top of on top of all that, I was scrambling to meet two deadlines (which I did), woke up sick Friday, […]

Review of Week Ending on Father’s Day

This past week was an interesting one in terms of emotional wellness and fighting a bit of a cold. Add into the mix deadlines for two regular freelance clients, I ended up actually not setting foot outside of my apartment for five days straight. I woke up yesterday morning determined to go somewhere that involved […]

Stranger in Her Skin – Fragment #87

On this grey Thursday morning, waking up with no particular place to be, Kim supposed the world was an interesting place. But it was so noisy and busy and loud. It constantly distracted her from her thoughts, her hopes, her dreams. She wanted to be an architect, but she never made the algebra requirement. She […]

A Riddle Called Time

She seems to be having trouble with time again. Its ticking minutes steady and reliable like water dripping through a coffee machine, but then randomly twisting circuitous, serpentine, through her heart. She seems to be having trouble with time again. And closing doors. Left behind. Caught in the push-pull of love and abandonment. People flow […]