Overwhelmed with choices on how and where to spend a lazy, rainy Sunday: on the sofa reading or napping? in the bedroom reading or napping? at the computer playing games, looking for jobs, writing? Looking at my phone a gazillion times for… ? Yeah, it’s one of those days. I’ve done almost all of those…
3:52 TRAIN TO SATURDAY
Sorry for the odd title, I couldn’t come up with anything. Some days, like today, a little after lunch and part way through the cup of coffee I drink out of habit, comfort, and in an attempt to keep me awake, I curl up on the sofa and nap. I’ve never been much of a…
OBSERVATIONS ON A SPRING DAY
Less than half a mile away the men in bright yellow vests work on a five story condo. The cranes in the air circle, their long wide arms carry slabs of concrete and oversized planks of sheathing. Above the background beeps of backing trucks and moving parts, drills and saws work their way through metal….
FLOW
I intend this to be short (rereading it after the fact, it’s not)…. I’m thinking about flow. More specifically, I’m thinking about how I, and maybe other people, disrupt it – a self-sabotage of sorts. I was up and fed and through my morning routine pretty early. It was a nice morning to sit with…
THOSE WORDS UNSAID
Last night, thinking about my ex-fiancee’s late husband, I had said I was going to try to use this space for something thoughtful. I sat down a few times to try to write. Feeling like it’s not my place got the best of me and the words wouldn’t come. I suspect they will some day…
THE LITTLE THINGS I DIDN’T KNOW
There was a quote I had come across that described the Pisces personality as people who collect people and store them in little jars. When I think about how little I knew of my ex-fiancee’s past, I think about these jars stored somewhere that only she has access to. This isn’t a criticism, it’s more…
SHARING
Almost half-way through the month and I’ve done very little to celebrate or even recognize national poetry month. I wrote a post at the beginning of the month. I think I declared that I’d try to write four or five new poems (I’m maybe partway through two). I also think I said I’d post lines…
YOU MAY SAY I’M A DREAMER
I’m enjoying having my daughter here with me this week. By the time I adjust to her being here with me, she’ll be on her way back to New Jersey. She had originally planned to stay through the week, but she now has a video job interview on Friday and would like to be back…
PRACTICE
Half asleep, she cooked up two eggs and some toast, poured herself a cup of coffee, black no sugar. I was twelve minutes and seventeen seconds (give or take) in to watching a twenty-one minute and thirty-two second (give or take) news clip. That was the type of attention I was paying. She, Anna, an…
NOTES FROM MY PHONE
I’d bitch about it being Sunday night and the start of another week, but most of my days look the same. Today was Easter – a holiday I haven’t really celebrated in years. I’m not a particularly religious person. Though I’ve become more spiritual over the past year or so. For me, the day was…
THE REST OF APRIL 11
This morning I wrote about the significance today holds for me. I tried to tread cautiously because, well… honestly I’m not sure why. Part of me is tired of writing about the same thing, running over the same old ground. I didn’t want that post to be just another in a long string of similar…
APRIL 11
For me, it’s hard not to acknowledge today – this date. This time last year, it was a Thursday, my fiancee, B, had gone in to the city to run some errands and go to a counseling session. It was sunny, the trees were starting to bloom. When she came home, things felt different and…