Heading southeast of the J.I. Buoy, and passed the lobster pots at The Cholera Banks where small fishing boats work the bottom, and passed The Yankee, which is a little more than 20 miles out, and passed the H.A. Buoy, beyond The Bacardi, and south of the Texas Tower is a place called The Hudson Canyon.
I miss this place
On an early afternoon, we set out Continue reading
I call this the ongoing goodbye for someone that never leaves.
Here I go,
I’m packed and moving out
I have the wind at my back
and the sun is on my face
I’m laughing Continue reading
Everyone smiled when the sun went down. The lightning bugs began to flash their tiny green lanterns, which reflected above the small pond at the bottom of the hill.
The tree-lined mountains tucked beneath the color of sunset, and for the moment, all was quiet on the farm.
The cows moved closer to the barn. The two Continue reading
I try not to give in
but,
I see you wipe the temptation from your smile,
which inevitably calls after midnight to ask me something intriguing.
You see?
I am alone
and you are like the wind through the mane of white velvet horses,
charging through the sands in my spine,
and promising me the wealth of your temporary ponies.
This how the body folds
the mind slips into distance
hours escape
and the Lower Westside is dealt another loss.
It amazes me
the way years pass ….and yet
you still wipe the temptation from your grin as if to say,
“I’m over here.”
Man…
20 years clean
and he died as if he never stopped.
“What do you expect? He was a junkie….he asked for it.”
Believe me when I tell you
…..no one asks for this
You slipped away from us and like a child of winter,
and found yourself in the conclusion of an ultimate hibernation.
Sleeping beneath the lifeless drapes that cover your windows,
your eyes were like tiny symphonies that stole light from the prospect of truth
(Only, you never knew it)
It seemed as though the grin you kept was sharp
Like a knife….
and I suppose it cut too deeply,
sinking into the flesh Continue reading
On a day when I was lost:
I stood on a pier not far from the piers I would go to as a child.
I had been there before, but I was blind then,
or maybe I was too young to see.
It was as though I saw the ocean for the first time.
The sun beamed down and danced between the rippling waves.
I saw something in myself; a reflection, perhaps.
I felt a personal resurrection, and though I Continue reading
I was never one to hug goodbye. “If it’s over, it’s over,” I said.
“That’s it….why hug? It’s done.”
The term closure means to bring to an end. However, in the wake of my Continue reading
I watched a man’s eyes slowly withdraw when he moved the plunger down on the needle in his arm. His expression pulled back; like something warm had delicately massaged the inside of is mind and bathed him from reality.
I thought of how many times I said, “That would never be me.”
But there I was; crouched in Continue reading
I made the poorest decisions at my weakest times. I did not have the benefit of strength or better judgment—all I had was an empty heart. I had an empty room filled with my regrets, and an empty answering machine glowing in red double-zeroes.
My cell phone was quiet, and other than the random junk mail and bills, my mailbox was empty. I had reached another bottom
In a fit, I thought Continue reading
I sat on a steel folding chair near the men’s room in the back of the Nassau County Probation Department. Around me, the delinquents of our society waited for their names to be called by their probation officer.
The officers appeared from a doorway beside the reception desk, often holding a plastic cup for urine samples and directing, “Come with me.”
Sitting away from the others, I watched the Continue reading
The Written Addiction 