Wistful

It is the home you made but can no longer enter It is the lover that you can no longer kiss It is the pain that you cannot undo It is the scar that you cannot erase It is the…

It is the home you made but can no longer enter It is the lover that you can no longer kiss It is the pain that you cannot undo It is the scar that you cannot erase It is the…

The rain Saturates the air Puts a glaze on the street Traffic lights shine through the murk Diffused, but somehow brighter Red, Yellow, Green The lack of clarity The air, moist and thick Amplifies the sound Diesel engines snorting Buses…

Someone lived there. Someone laughed there. Someone loved there. Someone mourned there. Someone wished there. Someone cheered there. Someone cried there. Someone died there.

Caesar sat in his usual chair overlooking the gardens. It was late spring so they were a carpet of riotous color that fell away down to the edge of the crystal blue lake. There was a sailboat silhouetted against the…

It was the first day in a long time that the sun decided to show itself. Though it was still February, the sky was teasing the promise of Spring. The clouds were puffy white…luminous against the azure sky. A plane…

In a different life, I’d still know her. We would have gone to Kindergarten together, had the run of the neighborhood when we were old enough, Andrew Jackson High School; maybe Queens college. I started off with a picket fence,…

Ernie scanned the room for what seemed like the millionth time. He was struggling to remember…anything. Lucidity came and went and he was looking for clues to fill in the ever growing gaps in his memory. But he didn’t see…

He took her hand, “I’m sorry you feel that way. I would have hoped you’d understand.” “What’s to understand? We’ve been together since, well since we shouldn’t have been together.” She was crying a little now, “But I know, I…

It’s pitch black out and the steady rain insures that it’s not going to get light anytime soon. It’s 5am on a winter morning in Geneva and I’m going out for a run in the rain without really knowing where…

Crap. It had to be mathematics. She leaned over to Rosie and said “damnit, I can’t do this.” Rosie reached over and patted her arm “you can do this, I mean you did fine on the Trig test.” She looked…