my balloon is free
I let it go
the air between us
Grass springs from cracks. Leaves scrape on stones. Wire creeps up a wall. A child holds out her hand.
welcome or farewell heart’s shadow
(inspired by Graffiti claimed by Banksy South Bank London – photo Kathy deWitt
Shovelling in the last of the potatoes, I push back my chair and undo my belt. My gut is round and loose. It’s been a good summer. No amount of winter will cut through me now.
slap shot …
I burrow in
my man cave
Our youngest loses his last tooth. Three kids. Twenty teeth. Two bucks each. One hundred twenty dollars. That’s one week’s worth of groceries, three tankfuls of gas, a family movie night, jeans for my wife, or four new shirts for me. One hundred twenty dollars. Blown on a bullshit story.
for unicorns …
some events you cant escape. they suck you in. it is the science of astrophysics and psychology that makes the rules surrounding our world. in our lives we make our own rules and break them at our own peril.
eyes empty and fill
with sudden loss
It’s 2am on a school night and I should’ve been asleep hours ago. I hope mother doesn’t see the faint glow of the screen’s light under the bedroom door or there’ll be trouble. The Spectrum game is taking hours to complete; gold coins deviously hidden behind rocks and skulls. I’ve managed to find the rubber snorkel and navigate through the ocean to the second island, the lonely shopkeeper my only friend on arrival.
just one life…
struck down on the grave
by the pirate’s ghost
It’s 2am on a work night and I find the Spectrum emulator online; Treasure Island Dizzy my entertainment again. The hours of childhood frustration come back to me, though the holy bible provides protection from the pirate’s wrath this time. On the far island, the shopkeeper still dispenses boat parts to aid the escape from cartoon exile. But the morning’s coming and I’m struggling to locate the last coins to pay the ferryman….
I can’t resist following
albert einstein never memorized the speed of sound. he said it was in a book anytime he really needed it. today my phone is bombarded with junk calls for a ‘cruise’ i have won. but they have my number on a list so they keep calling.
a new ringtone
i select a ‘fight song’
Overnight, his understanding of life grew worse. He went looking for a barber, but ended up at the butcher. He asked to be shorn, but, instead, was sawed. Immediately, his financial worries doubled. “I would give my life, he moaned, to make ends meet.”
a three-legged stool