Seperation Stories

Note: This fictionalized memoir is based on the author’s personal experience. The names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent. This was the longest time Mark had ever been apart from Gwen. There had been interesting women in his life since ’Nam. Some were old friends, others new, a few even intimate, but Gwen was special. Back when he’d been a kid, Mark Cahill’s mother often took him along when she...

I used to think that My heart Was strength Those muscled walls pump life Through my veins and arteries Without help or direction An Involuntary act of nature Like a whirlwind That I could neither capture nor hold My heart roams free Runs deep Beats from pure passion Loves hard Expands and captures Envelopes you Breeds hope What you lack It provides with its over abundance I assumed I was created to give and share What els...

One Door Closes. . . I spent the last six months in my failure-of-a-marriage, tying up loose ends. Divesting myself of all that I'd gained in twenty years. We all accumulate things, to keep under the banner of, “what-if ?” We'd had all our hurtful arguments. Each trying to score points off each other like a weird new X-box game. Except as far as I was concerned this was no game I ever wanted to play again. I was played ou...