Once again I find myself standing here leaning against a wall listening to the day’s sounds in the dawn’s dark light, as the sounds of chords being heard and then fading away as I vaguely remember how things looked when the day started. Noticing that all...
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Reminded of A Series of Dreams
This one was started in 2011, and was really published in an anthologyStanding here on a wooded ridge feeling the fine drizzling rain in my face here in the North Country Fair, and feeling as if I had wiped the dust from my hands and the sleep from my eyes and being aware of changes taking place. As I find myself standing h...
So many losses, Young and old. Tears and regrets Of words unsaid. ‘They died too young’ Or, ‘They lived a good life’ So many things to say, Legacies left behind. Memories, laughter. The one who passed, Definitely is remembered. So, why then, Do I think of...
Blue Pointe
Part two to one I wrote called Footprints In The SnowAs I stand here upon this ridge overlooking the bay through the trees, and seeing the ruins of that grey tower standing there alone across from me. Knowing this to be the place where we heard the clanking of those iron harness bells, when we both left foo...
The Riddle
This one was actually published in an anthologyMaking my way down this trail that follows the shoreline as I feel the rain on my face and catch a scent of snow in the air, and I seem to hear the ghostly strains of a violin and cello being played in a slow haunting style that has my mind drift back. To...
Walking on the beach with you one winter afternoon near an old hotel that has been closed for years, which we have both heard that will be torn down one day soon as we feel the cold wind coming in from the dunes, and asking that you stay with me, and thes...
Finding myself out here again on that old Highway 61once again, and hearing the old cries and commands in my head as I make my way where it leads, as the old cadence song of: ”Leforight, 2,3,4, sound off; 1,2, sound off; 3, 4, cadence count; 1,2,…3, 4!" a...
And though moments have passed by I find it hard to turn away and walking through those dreams that have been cast away on the way through here. With us all carrying some sort of scars like souvenirs picked up along the way, with the past being that is ne...
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The smallest battles have left the deepest scars, (and all the scars are on the inside of me), as I stand here seeing the smoke pouring out from an open boxcar door sitting there abandoned on the siding. Knowing full well I may have lost the war but won a...
Arriving at the station after having gotten off of that midnight train, and not really being the same person as I was after having everything lost and still reeling and recovering from the "Thanksgiving Massacre." So went and made some changes and caught...
Having felt and heard something in the air, with both things hitting right about sun down and now trying to figure out exactly what was felt and heard outside, as I sit here now in this darkened theatre. Watching as the spotlights slowly come up one by on...
Smelling the burnt powder in the air from the fireworks that were set off nearby, as I am standing here waiting on the platform at the station and waiting on another midnight train. And knowing there is a storm forming up in the mountains, as I stand here...
Five, four, three, two, one, zero; as I hear that almost silent countdown being whispered in my mind, and finding myself standing here as though I had been lost in time. Standing here in the dark light of the sun under these hard blue clear skies, near th...
Finding myself once again waiting here out on the platform, standing here waiting upon the arrival of yet another midnight train and feeling that gently blowing breeze and hearing it sigh through the nearby pines. And having recently undergone another cha...
Serious Moonlight 1: A Few Nocturnal Reflections
This is one from the archives, and was written some time ago.Standing here against a wall slumped in defeat after having heard every word that had been said that night, when an ear to the wall was nothing more than a twist of fate to have been able to hear all that those voices said. And it has been said that stick...