Is There a Word?
Is there a way to pinpoint our feelings?
Is there a word, a phrase, a song that will do the job?
The End of a Romance:
You Have Loved Me Well
Boone
15
double date
starlit night
back seat
blackberry brandy.
Telling the Tale of Sound
Can the tale of sound be told?
Seen and felt instead of heard?
If it’s possible to do,
I offer you these words —
Sunday Drive
I walked away from driving about two years ago. I’ve never really enjoyed driving. I have always been a nervous driver, afraid that I will zig when a zag is called for. Several near misses during my driving days amplified that fear. The problem may have started on a Sunday drive when I was a young teen.
Morality: Looking Before
Leaping on Faith Alone
At one point or another, every parent hears their child say, “I didn’t meant to” or “I didn’t try to.” Sometimes all that is needed is a nod and a, “I know. It’s okay.” Other times something more is called for. One of my favorite responses was “You didn’t try not to.”
You Are the Life of My Love
I am not the love of your life.
And neither are you, mine.
Illusion is an outcast we both leave behind.
Now we dare embrace the reality we find.
Holding you close is, for me, just enough
Because you are the life of my love.
Rose Colored Day
The chameleon crept to where he resides.
He hides in a crack in the wall,
The place his identity is unalibied
And his true colors are recalled.
Night Times
Nighttime feelings, fires, and terrors —
Sometimes it’s good to pause and write
Of feelings that wake you in the night
Rocket Fuel
Written in 1999, this short story is the author's first venture into the world of Science Fiction. It is the story of mis-communication between two travelers: One in need of a substance, the other who would be better off without it.