Bipolar

look at you… yeah… are you happy… is anybody…,she smiled…tossed her hair back over her shoulder…,some I think…some are happy… you…,he took a swig of coffee and a bite of cherry pie…red filling got in his gray beard…she took a napkin and gently wiped it off… yeah…I have my bad days like everybody…but in general […]

An Old Man

I look out my windows at trees turning green to rust…yellows…gold…another year over…soon the calender will change…as have I… A tooth pulled…body aches…gray streaks in black hair…colds are caught easily…pissing my life away…the beginning of the end…the final stretch… And winter will come…none of us can avoid it’s grip…blackened skies…overcast days…the mystery that it is…mystery… […]

Runs In The Family

She didn’t know what hit her…a note left years ago sayin’…,stepped out for smokes…,he never returned… Some say he left her ’cause she was cheatin’ on him with a preacher…a wild charismatic man with stories to tell and a golden tan…other women had been with him too…’least that’s what they say…all of em married…lookin’ for […]

Division Street

what did you call her…some kind of name…some kind of derogatory term…you were insulting her…making fun…I remember…said it when she wasn’t ’round…couldn’t defend herself…said she was a whore…an old whore who gave up years ago…that’s what you said…that’s exactly what you said… and I remember I used to follow her ’round town on Friday night’s […]

Night

The train whistle blew…and then there was silence…an eerie kind of silence that one only experiences past midnight in a small town where the stop light blinks a cautionary yellow throughout the night… Train whistle blew again…and again as it rolled on…some slept right through it…dead tired from a day’s activity…standin’ on a factory’s floor…sellin’ […]

the second coming

he’d sit in his room and wait for her second coming…she’d left him years ago…round Christmas time when the cold had set in and everyday was overcast…black and white…like an old photograph… looking out windows…he could see the Mexicans goin’ into church and cars cruisin’ down Dewald Street…girls walkin’ home with backpacks and old women […]

not a word

what was it you were sayin’… ’bout what… somethin’…you were goin’ on ’bout somethin’… was I talkin’ to you… think so…or mumblin to yourself…somebody’d wronged you…done somethin’ to you way back… was I talkin’ in my sleep… nope…I came in and you were talkin’….looked at me and continued talkin’…had you seen a ghost… no…no ghosts…no […]