you’d think my sunny marriage two bouncy hearts on eight furry legs and creating poetry every day would fill all the holes in my life and almost always they do but even in front of this fire on this clear cold night I’ve fallen into a desperately hollow space with a certainty that something important is missing as if I was a bird who’s wing has cramped and suddenly can’t fly or a cloud that’s grown too heavy to float and is falling to earth, as I sit here in misery waiting fo

a bunch of quarters thrown on the table and your curiosity might lift one to make sure it’s real, then gaze indifferently at the rest   but wouldn’t three or four pennies laid out, pique your interest enough to pick up each one, flip it over to check out its burnished date?   hence the reason I thoroughly dislike large parties

I live on an old street with mostly older people   it’s quiet default means we have time to ponder the picture of our lives   histories painted from past to present with wide-angle views cover walls of memories   some of us are prone to wishfully edit while others simply admire what they’ve done, amazed at the journey   but everyone knows the Painter can’t help but add little details to your departing face   just remember that before it’s left to hang and dry on the wall of e