I come up on deck laughing... then freeze, instantly transported in time.  That smell, that unforgettable cloying aroma of funnel cake and sunburned skin leaves me reeling mid-laughter. I start trembling where I stand, unprepared for the whirring picture reel of memories that appear unbidden behind blindly staring eyes. I don't notice Bob talking. I don't notice anything except the screams of children living life at their...

Wanderlust trips erratic rambles Blazes me forward without any thought Brooks effuse productive gurgles Splishing down the bump'ety walk   My soul is petted by the forest Soothing silence, natures' seductive caress Thought is washed from every crevice Vacuums of blankness, my perfect bliss   Lying still, birdsong slowly fades The crickets begin their symphonies measure Even'tide comes with its hairbrush and braids Plaited...

My trembling fingers flutterAround the pulse inside my neckI check for signs of lifeNow that my promised life has leftMy hands across my mouthI hold the screams down deepYet sometimes one leaks outIn tracks of tears across my cheekThe emptiness grows largerThe cavern hits new lowsThe deep grinds bones to dustMy fragile heart implodesIn platitudes and 'somedays'In 'just be strong for nows'The 'wait a little longers'Infuse...