Maybe it's true about the wild ponies at the beach, how they swam from a Spanish shipwreck through the centuries. If you stand there at just the right time in June you might see their manes foaming across the channel. You might not. But it was already July, and you were 25 and disappointed. You had a camera full of film. The island shimmered ( Read more... )

I dreamed I called you on the telephone ( Read more... )

yesterday marked one year since my father died ( Read more... )

my neighbor from across the street, Beni, died yesterday, had a heart attack in his living room. i wasnt close to him but he would always wave and say hi my whole life growing up. He helped me and my mom put a new flag on dads flag pole about a month ago. and he had this great dog. that thought kept me awake the other night. the grief of a dog ( Read more... )

This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but with a whimper. That’s what TS Eliot wrote a long time ago and everyone loved him for it. I never knew what it meant until now. Something cracked in my heart the day my father died and a blue flame engulfed my brain. I now finally understand the dark and the light and everything in between. ( Read more... )

when i close my eyes im somewhere with him. it could be anywhere. it could be driving in the falcon the first day we brought it home or what he looked like in his garage bent over his Triumph oil covering those beautiful strong hands of his. sometimes its him in the hospital and ill try to open my eyes right away to unsee it. but the thought ( Read more... )

I wrote this little short story at work yesterday. I took a couple beautiful lines from my friends who inspire me. Sansfocus and numskull_jon. I hope they dont mind ( Read more... )

The bars are closed and even the crickets are asleep. I’m standing in the cemetery looking at all of the dead; there is a man that has been dead now for over 100 years, who was younger and wilder than you are than I am. I light the next to last cigarette, remembering all of the 2ams of my past. My father is somewhere under this earth. I’m ( Read more... )

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