Construction

My designs keep crashing down. In all of them, wilderness, despite the mindful construction and the Music, which is being piped in these days, to the Still-standing structures And the sound is what I would call deafening But why do they erode? Why do they lose their strength? I have been trying to make excuses,…

In Reality

If there is silence, it means that nothing is being said, because words are superfluous. If there is meaning, true significance, then it means an idea has been discussed and understood, profoundly. If there is honesty in raw emotion, it means that it is shared, and that deep down, pounding red heart of a core…

Tea for One

I make a cup of tea. I have to heat the water in the microwave because there's no kettle, but I make a cup of tea. For the casual office worker, throwing a Lipton into seaming water will suffice, but I was raised differently and this just isn't a cup of tea. It's Yorkshire tea.…

How Mortals (Some, Few) Travel

Flying is not limited to those who only have wings. It is not for the elite. It is not for pilots, air hostesses, co-pilots and the curious and frivolously wealthy, who have more time than us mere mortals. How are they the ones who are able to transcend space and time, hop into a Tardis…

Sunlight. Sunset. Sunwarmth.

Warm sun, warm lights in the trees as sunbeams hit the yellow leaves. A welcome breeze, some cool shade. The sound of bus brakes screeching past, the characteristic university building illuminated from one side. Perhaps that is why they built it in the space they did, so that in the fall it would shine as…

Falling Water

It doesn't just rain in Pittsburgh. The weather changes apparently on a whim, yet that afternoon she recognized the telltale darkening of the sky that shifted day to night and made the afternoon full of yawns and whisky-cravings. The city still exhibits an eerie calm before the rain lashes and brutally slaps the pavement, water…

Did you take a look?

Did you learn to remember to forget? Did you think that movement would lead to mindlessness? Did you take a step back in time and try to understand what had happened? You know this has no point; only looking at the bottom of a bottle, nay, several glasses, can introduce oblivion. You see the same…

September Summer Souls

The sparkle of tinted late summer sunlight added accents to the ordinary, last night. The street, walked 100 or more times, featured the drooping, gold-tinged trees which were just as confused as I was about this suddenly amber weather. I opened my heart that afternoon in the lemon-yellow shaded chill of my living room, the…

Enlivening II

I rode the carousel today. My favorite carousel used to be in that New Jersey mall. Weird to think of a fairground ride, a children's delight in the middle of such corporate opulence, but joy can be found anywhere. When I was little, my mother's delicate voice singing Joni Mitchell's poignant and realistic lyrics used…