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Outside of commercially manufactured adrenaline rushes, the emotional toe-dipping lust for hot new skinny jeans or the fastest phone exists our increasingly rare genuine human experience. I sometimes struggle to remember that while life lives episodic, it is based on eternal themes. I hope that you are entertained by my exploration of this apparent dichotomy.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Dead River

I drifted downriver
Till the river ran dry.

Chased those dark flashes
Washed out when they cried.

Walked a too far road
Way past where it died.

Now that death
       it still moans
Yes that death
       feels like home.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Smiles Pass

She waits
in the lot
a crossover
that carries kids
to school, to soccer.
A black sedan
slides beside,
breath quick in
ambivalent anticipation.
She slides onto
black leather.
Nervous smiles pass

She answers his
call, working late.
Again, and
child to bed,
and dinner away
while he watches
the other
waiting. He walks,
slipping their promise
from his finger,
into the bar.
Familiar smiles pass.

She knocks shy
on the door,
glancing left to
right in a
dim anonymous hall. 
Inside he takes
another sip of
courage and moves
and a door opens
to her scent,
her eyes wanting.
Surrendered smiles pass

for comfort
for love
for truth.