they finished breakfast and sat there with dirty dishes in front of em…quarter filled coffee cups…paper napkins balled up…a glass with orange pulp in it…they sat there in silence… cats roamed ’round the kitchen…meowin’ and battin’ paws at one another as the air conditioner kicked on and the dishwasher did it’s job…he thought ’bout sayin’ […]

He said he had a gun…kept a hand on his pocket…I didn’t believe him…men lie all the time…they lie ’bout financial matters…women they’ve screwed…women they haven’t screwed…fights they never got into…jobs they never had…and now this one said he had a gun… Men are always bluffing…always bluffing…you can feel it in your bones when something’s […]

We had fun…we had fun… Trips to Providence and grocery shopping…talks ’bout when we get older…a dog named Norman…a gossamer house… We had fun…we had fun… And there was music in the background…always music…sweet notes plucked on a piano…a snare hit with precession…a bass that lollygagged…we’d listen and dance til moonlight shined through blinds… We […]

It’d be four o’clock in the mornin’ and he’d be up…bangin’ ’round in the kitchen…makin’ coffee…lookin’ for a pan to fry eggs and bacon in…you’d hear the metal bein’ shuffled under the cabinets…pots tossed aside…he was so damn loud…tough to sleep when there’s that much racket goin’ on…she’d march down the hallway rubbin’ dust from […]

He asked her where she was goin’…she said nowhere…kept walkin’…just strollin’ down the road with the neon Budweiser sign flashin’ behind her…castin’ red and yellow colors on her white skin…the pitch black sky offered no hope…where are the stars when you need ’em… And he kept followin’ along ‘side her in the old Ford…his head […]

Iowa…was there ever a place as mysterious at three in the mornin’ as Iowa…drivin’ ‘cross it under pitch black skies and the smell of sulfer fillin’ the air…no-one else out on the road except the occasional truck driver pullin’ his weight through small towns with one stop light and a closed gas station on it’s […]

He looked outside at the dew on the ground and decided he’d go walk through it barefoot like when he was a boy…his dad used to call it walkin’ on water… The cool grass made him think of his childhood in Arkansas…chilly Fall days with the leaves changin’ and squash and pumpkins bein’ harvested…mums in […]