Tag Archives: Psychological Realism

PERSPECTIVE 2 Word Count: 101 Drifting clouds I catch on my fingers, twirl them around and eat them like sweet cotton candy. I wait for the noon sun to melt roads into chocolate, the special dark kind that I love. … Continue reading →

MOVEMENT Word Count: 220 The slow morning air brushes my neck like a lover. Or a dog gnawing a bone, which is one and the same if you think about it, reaching the rich core of marrow the goal. I … Continue reading →

THE BIKER  Word Count: 305 He pulled out behind me and I saw him in the rear view mirror. An older guy, handlebar mustache, black sleeveless shirt, golden arms holding steady on a Harley hog. I was doing 55 in … Continue reading →

THE PLANE   Word Count: 419 I saw a two-inch plane today; most of those that cut across my sky are quarter-inchers. And because I know he won’t believe me, because he laughs, I reach up and pluck it from … Continue reading →

YELLOW SKY Word Count: 163 I stood beneath a yellow sky, the silhouettes of branches leafed into the canvas swiped with color. I flew within the feathered swirls, felt the brush of birches as I sailed. Only in my mind. … Continue reading →

OF LOVE AND TIME Word Count: 340 It suddenly was just there, a baby Japanese red maple fighting for space in the tangle of wild blueberries and weeds in the hedgerow. I fell to my knees, fingering the delicate leaves … Continue reading →

EQUALITY Word Count: 334 Just watched the hummingbird dance his crescent of display for a female sitting politely in the bush. He doesn’t know she’s on the pill. I wink at her and she winks back. A note of understanding. … Continue reading →

MEASURES Word Count: 212 There is nothing that goes by me unnoticed. It’s the details, the pinpricks that can be seen by the blind, the footprints of the ants that have gone about their daily work, that’s where life fully … Continue reading →

BLACK AND WHITE Word Count: 211 You see the boardwalk leading to land. I see the cracks, the water splashing and hungry beneath us. You point out the stars in their assigned constellations and know them by name. You see … Continue reading →

PASSING Word Count: 228 The rooster cracks open the dawn for the crows to fly through. Their gravelly caws like a blunt knife serrating the sky into clouds. The sparrows have fled the nest and I’ve missed their leaving; another … Continue reading →