Gingham

Little girl standing by the railroad tracks brown pigtails sticking out akimbo from her head blue gingham dress checked with an apron that started life as white before it went through three cousins and one older sister. Little girl standing all alone, looking down the track and wondering When’s Daddy comin’ home? Little girl sitting on the porch gingham dress too short and threadbare, knobby knees poking out the first beginnings of bumps under her apron just starting to swell and show. still enough of a little girl to sit cross-legged on the porch swing waiting for big sister to […]

Crying in the Rain

The funny things about crying in the rain is that you can’t tell which is which. I’m sitting on the porch under an overflowing gutter with a clogged downspout as a sheet of water pours over me, late-summer thunderstorm washing away the mourning. A miserable yellow dogs trots down the sidewalk giving me an incredulous look and shake of the head. I hear the intermittent chirp of a baffled bluejay interspersed with the splatter, splatter of raindrops on asphalt, the occasional sound of patent leather through mud puddles tells me the story of comings and goings from the house behind […]

Choices, Part 10

I might have mentioned that I have remarkable children. I might have mentioned that it’s sometimes a pain in the ass. If I didn’t, then I’ll say it now: it’s sometimes a pain in the ass to have remarkable children. And to find out 23 years into her life, well after the time that she’s learned enough to not hold back the truth just to spare her elders’ feelings, that you have a daughter that’s blessed (or cursed?) with the type of insight that leads Asian men to sit on mountaintops and burn incense is the kind of unwelcome surprise […]

Choices, Part 9

This is the 9th installment of a story I started on my old site. The full story is posted on the page labelled Choices, but as I write more, I’ll post it here. “I thought you two would make friends if I gave you a little time to get to know each other.” Myra said as she came through the door I’d never bothered to close the night before. “Where’s the angel?” “Last I saw he was lying on the hood of the car looking up at the stars. He might have taken off to get a better look at […]

Poetry

I realized upon looking through my poetry that I’ve written a lot of poems about getting dumped. Now it’s been a long time since I’ve been dumped. Suzy and I have been married for almost 14 years now, and we’ve been together for about 15, but some of those old memories come flooding back when it comes time to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard, as the case may be). And besides, right now for me it’s about the exercise of writing, the discipline of writing something every day (I do give myself weekends off) that leads me […]

Rainbow

Rainbow After the lightning stopped and the wind died down I crawled out from under my hastily erected shelter and picked up the pieces of my life that your storm scattered across the world for all my neighbors to see. I walked around picking up broken feelings and shattered memories, mementoes from vacations that I thought meant something at the time. I took the soggy pictures of you and me with Goofy at Disneyworld and I put them in a box along with the mix tape I made you for your trip (I thought it was a little cold to […]

Dumped

How did we get from Eating Star Crunches Naked in my bedroom With your nipples playing peekaboo behind your curls While I lean against the wall wondering how lucky I am To me curled up in the fucking pantry Listening to the beep-beep-beeeep-beeeeeep Of the disconnect signal from your best Fucking Friend calling me to tell me that maybe buying that Ring Wouldn’t be such a good idea after all. How did we get from me helping you change a tire after Western Civ class In the rain On an MG When neither damn one of us had ever changed […]

Let’s give this another shot

It’s been a while since I tried to create this site, and with the current state of advertising on my other blog (i.e. nonexistent) I figure this is a pretty good time to start the process of moving things from one place to another. So we’ll start posting here, and start putting notices on my poker blog, and maybe slowly evolve this into my internet home.