Astute listeners may worry over being heard from time to time.
Grimy street corners and an opulent facade splendidly macabre in tarnished gold and sweaty palms. In the dense air decisions must be made.
The crisp air blows clarity enough to pull up the jacket collar for the old man strolling at the park. He sees his past clearer without the dust of regret that hot days bring. Or the frenzy of kaleidoscopic emotions that simmer in summer months like a swarm of bees. His path … Continue reading Crisp Clarity
A sticky sweet smell hangs in the air as the crisp breeze abates. A shepherd, some workers, and a white-tailed rabbit like actors in a silent film amble without rush. The sun blankets the morning dew. There is no beginning or end between sips of warm coffee.
A symphony of groaning frogs greets my arrival as I step through the damp night. I peer over the top level of the parking garage searching for a creek or marsh to explain this daily midnight oddity but find no answers. Soon, tired glances betraying hearts of gold will cling to the consolation of … Continue reading Night Shift
“We’re looking for only the best and brightest motivated team players” he pitched to a crowd of applicants. He wore his suit sharply and enunciated well. To most of the twenty somethings in his audience he was trustworthy and modelish. A few shaggy-haired listeners wandered past his lacquered smile to the booth titled … Continue reading The Packaged Life
O ambition Why have you ravaged my body for want now I'm in need? And through the drone that I promised would never swallow me, but the hubris did indeed. There must be some novelty sensation some color unseen, smell brash to jolt my misery.