Tag: memories
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The Restaurant Around The Corner
The wind off the Danube was biting and ancient. It tore downriver, curled around the Parliament and whipped past portraits of battles and kings in Buda Castle before doing a crack the whip through the Chain Bridge. The same way it had for years and decades and centuries and millennia. At home, we’d all be […]
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“I Swear To God I’ll Behave”
My new seat mate raised her hand like scout’s honor. And with that, she plopped down next to me in the first row of First Class. She had just strode onto the airplane, large and in charge and demanded a drink. When she was told we were getting ready to push back and she’d have […]
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Castaway
You’re never too old to cry for that which is lost The pieces of my life are woven together with the thinnest of thread. I don’t think there is anyone that even remembers Cambria Heights. Especially Cambria Heights. I have few living relatives, and I see them rarely, if at all. None of them would […]
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What They’ll Tell You
They’ll tell you to take it easy To slow down To be careful You’re not what you once were You could hurt yourself Or others You’re vulnerable You’re harder to teach Naturally You should get rid of some of that old stuff It’s just clutter Just memories Just your memories Just your memory cues…the things […]
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Thanksgiving Kindnesses…
I have a lot of memories of Thanksgiving dinners in a lot of different places, with families that were not my own. One of the strangest, and perhaps the sweetest, was when I was in military school in Virginia. The school did not completely shut down over the holiday. Most people went home, but you […]
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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 rapture you cannot reclaim It is the mundane It is the painful It is the […]
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Don’t Take Their Stuff
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 anything besides little gifts and trinkets that visitors left. His children and younger brother mostly. […]
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Running In Geneva
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 I’m going. I can remember small things…running by the florescent lit parking garages of a […]
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Where Everybody Knows Your Name
Jamaica Avenue is a long stretch of two and three story buildings, many with commercial enterprises on the first floor and living quarters on the second and sometimes third floors. It cuts clear across Queens from West to East, continues onto Long Island as Jericho Turnpike, and on the West end gets lost in a […]
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NIGHT ON THE CARDINAL
Creeping through darkened towns Trying to picture people, traffic, bustle Its 2am but you’re not sleepy The porter wants to make up the bed but you’d rather sit up He mumbles something and returns to his own compartment to sleep You leave a town and you’re back in the country Dark other than mercury lights […]
Glenn Keller 