Snake

My wife’s garden invites color and song to the railing of our front porch. It perches there, looks around, listening to the weird little man ticking away on his keyboard, just on the other side of the pane. Then another comes– some kind of finch. Their songs together get louder, a piercing piccolo trill with …

For My Wife

I’m different when she’s gone. When she’s here, there’s more hustle in me, knowing she’s in the other room, studying for a test she needs to take for work. When she’s here, I’m smiling under the covers, anticipating the first words from her mouth, “C’mon, let’s go for a walk.” When I come back, I …

retreat

I’m at my Catholic Retreat with my friends, on the cusp of our confirmation. This is likely ’88 or ’89. There’s no warnings here. No agendas. I’m talking to John, or somebody else, and the lights go off. It stays this way for a good 15-30 seconds– enough time to cause anticipation and a little …

Unburying a few notes in my Microsoft OneNote files, I’m like a college kid in a second hand clothing store– touching, feeling and interpreting all the material and surprised they fit and feel pretty good. Not designer, second hand Gucci– but it’s at least 2nd hand Banana Republic. Some of the work I’m completing now …