Barry sat down donned his headset, logged on as
and waited for the first call to come in.
But instead of  the usual tone, signaling an incoming
phone call, he heard the umpire cry out ‘play ball.’
Startled, he stood all alone and looked down at the packed
red clay beneath his feet. It di
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In the nighttime
you know someone
When fear washes over you
Like thunderous water
Charging down the mountain
Relentlessly,
Never ending water

In the nighttime
Is when you know someone
When the darkness erases everything
A black hole of nothingness
Relentless,
Sucking everything you know
Out of existence

Not even l… Read full post »

No one really cares when a stranger dies, but when it’s someone who’s connected, that’s when you really feel some loss of your own self. That’s when a piece of your life is yanked out by its roots. Shrivels up, dries out, and dies along side of them. You’re left with
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Barry felt the discomfort that one feels when life goes so slowly as to challenge one’s place in the river of time that carried everyone else forward. And as usual, the speed bumps were an imaginative revisit to a conversation long passed.

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She lived and she died
clear and to the point
light bulb depreciation
oh so envious
of a light bulb was she

standing over home plate
watching every curveball
slider and knuckleball
taking her best swing
at every single pitch

what life threw her way
she waved her bat at it
waved it menacingly
eyes fixed on the bal
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Silence is what you hear now
It is the sound of memory, the sound of fear
the silent record of stations visited along the way
It is the sound I make when I steer the ship
the sound of my fingerprint

It is the sound we make in our final moment
the sound my father makes when… Read full post »

what to do
about a dream
though it wasn’t
my dream
it was
my life

a dog shy of dead
insides
coming out
alive
she’s crying
dead
I watched her
dying
that’s the dream.

I couldn’t go
to hospital
I couldn’t
patch her up
I am monster
to inflict
such neglect
this dog
deserves better

you deserve
better
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Cloaked inside a white wrapping,
invisible within, unable to speak,
waiting for someone to throw the switch
It’s not that bad, really it isn’t

The invisible part I mean
it’s the waiting part that has become
the real drag of it, the real drag of life
I wasn’t supposed to live this lon… Read full post »

Barry had grown increasingly frustrated. He tried once more to explain Anne’s point of view to his inquisitor.
She lived until she died, he said clearly and to the point, once again realizing that he was failing describe the sort of light bulb model of depreciation Anne had always sought for her… Read full post »

I hear silence like a dream, noisy and full of people moving about.
I hear people growing old, getting sick, moving toward death as if they were traveling to work on the subway.
Traveling together, packed tight and riding through an improbable world of concrete and steel.
Graduated to life from the… Read full post »

It starts upward with a feeling, born of deep passion, born of truth. As it moves through space it finds it just does not have enough - only almost enough - velocity to escape her lips.

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All Barry ever wanted to do was sink his roots deep into Nadine’s soul. That would have been enough. No need to engage in any of that sloppy wet kind of physical stuff. Just roots into her soul. His roots into the fertile soil of her soul. 'Wham bam thank you
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Barry wanted to ask, wanted to ask more than anything else in the world. He thought about it morning noon and night.
“Nadine, could you unplug me,” he said referring to the power cord to his laptop.
“Nadine leaned over, twisting her torso, creating an entirely different topography acr… Read full post »

Barry was accustomed to casual meetings with Nadine; in fact it had almost become the norm during the most recent remission of his trychosis, which until now had lasted for several months.
The dynamics of his fictionalized obsession had completely changed. His relationship was now playing out mostly d
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When I was lost, abandoned, I would start off everyday with a conversation.
"Well, you know, you know," I would say to the one within who records my history, "did you know, what do you think, and most importantly, "what do you think I should do about it".
Then I would lay back… Read full post »

how to you break up
from a fantasy
pretend not to pretend
wish not to wish
embrace not to embrace
you and I
never had nothing

except for dreams
now we have nothing
fantasy gone to seed
love never existed
died without having lived
waiting, still waiting
for the water

Oh god, what a rant I feel coming on. I mean I really hate things. Went onto urban dictionary and found out monetocracy is nothing new, already coined on Urban Dictionary.
A form of government in which the political and sociological driving force is material wealth. It is easily characterized by the… Read full post »

Nothing was more important to Val, than living up to that broad colorful piece of art she had carefully painted for me, destined to be mine forever.
Non-representational, she would always say when I asked about it.
You mean abstract, I would say.
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There was one recurrent theme in Barry’s life. He was an easy fish to hook.
It was his nature to be hooked easily. Hooked, speared, snagged, whatever, getting a hook into Barry's heart was like catching a fish in a barrel. It seemed so easy, and it was, but not really.
Barry was… Read full post »

With great pain
I write to you
Words fashioned
Out of the debris
We left behind

Your presence
You are in my world now
And now you know
Too well my secret
You and I are one

A string of tornados
Touch down
tear into my heart
my soul
my earthly presence

I am the schoolgirl
Experiencing the forth of July
For only the se… Read full post »

Love takes time
To die, to wither away
Passion never dies
It just goes to seed
Waiting to be watered
On a teary lonely night

All alone
Two lovers meet
Their passion grows
Like a wildflower
In the early morning
Dreamscape

In that place
Where lids are shut
Eyes move rapidly
Lovers will meet
You knew her well
Strange o
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My love
Knows no body
Only a presence
My love
So deep
Beyond mortal flesh
So deep
Is my love