Sitting on a bench in Dun LaoghaireMy soul aches, wearyWatching the waves crash upon the rocksAlone, my mind talksSpeaking of people, places, and thingsBirds resting their wings Wind soothes me
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Maybe: a poem
If the heat death of the universeis truly our fate,then maybe everything will be 0K
Connolly Station: a poem
Sitting in a café by the stationWatching trains arrive and trains departI fall in love ten times a day
The Ship: a poem
We find ourselves on a shipDrifting through an endless oceanNo one can swimNo one can steerYet we follow a steady course We find ourselves on a sinking shipTaking on the ocean’s waterThe port men scurry about with their bucketsBailing out the waterSearching for the leak The starboard men, of their own free will,Take their bucketsContinue reading “The Ship: a poem”
As Seen on I-5: a poem
“Just Married!” the rear window saidThe car tilted back, towed down the highwayDented fender, broken bumperHow will this story be told?As hilarity or foreboding?That hinges on the quality of the marriage
Don’t Be Shy: a poem
Sweet, soft sunbeam, creeping in,Where’ve you been?Hiding behind the clouds you made?Getting some shade?It’s all rightI’m here for you
Another Conversation: a short story
“Babe?” “Yeah?” “Do you think before dinner you could–what the fuck are you watching?” “I’m watching a movie.” “A movie?” “Yes.” “What kind of movie, exactly?” “It’s a film, actually. An adult film. Cause I’m an adult.” “Really? Really? Are you serious? Come on, turn this shit off, it’s dehumanizing objectification.” “What? I’m engrossed inContinue reading “Another Conversation: a short story”
Versus: a short story
“Of fire and water,” he started, “fire is much cleaner. They both destroy, they both wreak havoc, but water is filthy. Water brings mold, breeds bacteria, and transports disease. Water so quickly becomes impure, and it takes great effort to clean it. Fire, on the other hand, kills mold, bacteria, and disease. It destroys everyContinue reading “Versus: a short story”
Perfect Moment: a poem
Glimmer twins in my CD playerBlasting through the speakersSun on my skin warms every layerWearing shorts and sneakers Ice bold beer in my overworked handsTake it nice and easyPoker with banter over played handsAir feels nice and breezy She comes along to perfect the dayIt’s just a kiss away
Struggling Flame: a poem
A brief flash of light between two eternities of darknessThe first is easy, the second heavyEven still, the light shines not like a beaconBut a struggling flame, fighting to burn at every momentNo rest until the fire goes out
Lefty Forrester 