Tag Archives: Psychological Realism

CLOUDS Word Count: 285 Puffs of clouds animate the blue blue sky. There is a bear chasing a ball, or maybe it’s a witch’s head. They spread as they drift towards me overhead. A mass becomes the four furies and … Continue reading →

FREEWRITING FOOD Word Count: 214 Sitting outside eating a bowl of kidneys watching the young twin deer I’ve seen five times today and I look up at the clouds and see Norm Peterson. Gotta say that I’d’ve preferred Magnum, P.I … Continue reading →

QUIET Word Count: 314 Damn but it’s quiet and you’ve barely gone up the road to the corner. Why is it so quiet? I’ve been alone in our house before. You’ve kissed me goodbye and walked out the door hundreds … Continue reading →

EYES Word Count: 82 With eyes like dinnerplate dahlias, years of all ever seen being petaled in layers, we find ourselves unable to close them. To rest. Eyes dull as moons. Craters of hurt in the pupils, rings of time … Continue reading →

SOMEWHERE SOMETIME (for John, with love) Word Count: 272 Today we thought we had lost you forever and our skin burned with tears, our eyes split open with pain. Then we looked closer and deeper, farther behind and ahead. Somewhere … Continue reading →

RECOGNITION Word Count: 327 It doesn’t look like you and yet it does. I can’t be sure. It’s been a few years. The way you’re strutting to the table, your hand just lightly at her back, steering her direction, cutting … Continue reading →

BOUNDARIES AND LAWS AND ALL THAT KIND OF SHIT   Word Count: 293 The hummingbird hones in on the feeder. A bee bumbles its way around the faces of New Guinea Impatience, each hair picking up pollen like a new … Continue reading →

LOVE LETTERS   Word Count: 290 There it is, I see it just up ahead, a bright burst of color on a colorless back road that winds and curves too slow for its 35 mph speed limit and too fast … Continue reading →

INDIVIDUAL Word Count: 309 The day starts with the sun rising in the east, breaking into my room through the blinds on the window, articulating each slat as a separate entity yet part of the whole. I too, am an … Continue reading →

DREAM SCHEMES   Word Count: 260 When I was little I dreamed of being a ballerina, like the ones I saw on TV sometimes before my father grumbled and changed channels to football or baseball or whatever sport was in … Continue reading →