The One About Angst

To be honest, I’m not clear on angst: Breadcrumbs under one’s existential skin? Psychological unrest of teenagers quarter-life-crisis-ers mid-life guys who grow their hair?   What, exactly, is angst, beyond asking questions in a petulant tone?   But I am clear on this: The “tone”…

21st Century Teen

Wrinkle between the azure orbs is filled with sweat beads. Underarms are soaked in deluge of fluid. Feet slide forward with heavy glide that hides the anxiety. Suddenly the torch disappears and all is inky blackness. The wavy tresses bounce as the teenage head pops…

Life in HiDef

It rained today Knocked the dust right of the sky Turned it up to ‘HiDef’ digital quality Turkish tile blue Polished and fluffed the clouds like big feather pillows. Filtered the air to crisp clean sweet Like it traveled through fragrant spring meadows Dancing with…

Hour 7: The Bride’s Speech

It’s my turn to speak and I’m beginning to sweat A quick read of my notes and I try not to fret I say something sweet to my aunts; they’re old. Thank the catering staff, my two grans, the Welsh fold. My parents in law…

Gravitas

Commanding the room The largest lead weight On the rubber sheet Of social intrigue Little ball-bearings Scattered in patterns Move at a distance But never too far Prompt: Concrete imagery Form: Unrhymed quatrains  

Yesterday

I keep reminding myself that I am a good man. Mistakes were made. I made. Do not define me. Lesson I learned have made me. The better man. A better man. Who I have become. Is No who I was.

Dear Pippi

Dearest Pippi, Even though I am older and no longer read your books way past my bedtime with a flashlight under the covers; I often find myself longing for your gift of storytelling. How goes it in the fantastical world of¬†seafaring? Pirate ships, lost islands,…