Monthly Archives: January 2008

It was an impulsive buy — procuring that portrait of the little girl — the girl with the nearly-smile. The price was right. “Why?” the one I lived with asked. At first I wasn’t sure. But when I hung her … Continue reading →

I like to be there when there isn’t any light — and then — and then there is. I like to see the day sneak over trees and on to roof tops as it begins to turn the darkened sky … Continue reading →

The coffee canister fell to the floor broke into twenty pieces — maybe more. Beyond repair! Beyond repair! The loop that held the little spoon was spared — and that was all. This pottery container had been with us about … Continue reading →

He digs into the silences and there finds treasures — but not always. Sometimes there is nothing worth the energy of excavation. He does not know beforehand what the silences will yield — but he persists. If he did not … Continue reading →

She kept the diamond ring though at the time she said she’d send it back. I guess I owed her that — I, the one who changed his mind. Thirty years then passed and I saw her once again. She … Continue reading →

There is a shade above the double window in our bedroom. I pull it down when I’m undressing to thwart a peeping Tom if  there should there be one intrigued by what I wear upon my bones. Silly, isn’t it, … Continue reading →

Tranquility born on a day when nature’s beauty writes the agenda for our hearts is apt to yield to melancholy when the sun goes down and one considers endings. We say good-bye to the western sky and night comes down … Continue reading →

The fan on the ceiling moves at its slowest speed taking the midnight air and throwing it into shadows and the shadows are unmoved. And I, on my back, eyes open stare up at the darkness and my thoughts go … Continue reading →

He first fully understood this about himself when he built a boat at mid-life-crisis time and sailed alone on the Long Island Sound: He did not like to race! Speed  was never his seducer. The play of the wind upon … Continue reading →

Is it the frost on grass illumined by the coming dawn that I prefer — or the intricate silhouettes of winter trees — or the footprints on the pavement of creatures here before I came along — or the opening … Continue reading →