~ Musings ~
He told me to find him. I told him to find himself. Where he was hidden. Where he didn’t want to come out. Where he didn’t want to be lost but stayed lost just the same. (more…)
There is a smattering at my window. It looks like greasy film, rain, but oily, just the same. I feel like smashed spaghetti running overboard, sticking to a sinking ship. Why is life like this? (more…)
Sometimes you scare me. I walk in that black door and you are there no more. Just yesterday’s news, trying to try me on for size in its uncomfortable clown shoes. I don’t fit in. (more…)
Chicago. Walked the streets and loved its beat, the high-class and the beaten-down. Those who built and damned, those who came and went. One name kept calling mine. I saw it many times. So, one night, I sat to ask, beyond the stars, the message cast:
“Who is Alphonse Capone?” (more…)
It rained. Loud and long. Where you couldn’t help recognize it was happening. Raining.
It wanted to be known. And so it was, in forceful ways. Its ways. Cats and dogs came tumbling around. Squirrels were nowhere to be found. Spiders hung tight to watered webs that gleamed awaiting night. In hidden places. Flowers were drenched, dragging their heads after the biggest pour. But still it brought more. It wasn’t bright out. But it was noticeable. (more…)