I do not need to see the paint to know it is there — a fresh coat of white where once grew the notches of their youth. Memories written in pencil tend to be erased, and those are the things you never like to think about. It was a trace ...

The sound was children laughing. The distance was measured in steps. There was skipping and screaming, and toys thrown asunder — the usual suspects of happiness that have lovingly littered our small street for the past two years. “But there is something missing,” said the neighbor. I said nothing and ...

A working vacation in San Francisco ended with me hobbled and limping for home. I enjoyed my visit, but pushed my tired, useless feet too far. The swelling pain in them left me unable to walk, clutching the walls of the airport terminal like they were lined with last breaths. ...

I’m fairly certain that children double in size on a daily basis. My theory is based upon new shoes that are too tight only an hour out of the box, cuffed pants that suddenly fear high waters, and shirts that decide to stop halfway between elbow and wrist without the ...

My mind wanders through alliterated fields of frost-covered firs. The cat has on her winter coat and she is silently stalking sunshine between the strikingly shrinking shadows of suddenly stark trees. Not the firs, they are evergreen. The lingering lines left by sun-soaked lumber lean and bend across a sea ...

There are two cats in the room. One is white. One is black. I’m told that some website with a cheeseburger fetish has a name for them, something about a basement, a ceiling, heaven and hell. It sounds fairly racist to me. The cats are sleeping on a green rug. ...

Cheese and wine are fairly good company.  We all improve with age and someday we will all be consumed.  Two of us by the other.  One by worms or hellfire.  It depends on who you ask. This birthday started like most do, with somebody puking.  However, it was the wrong midnight ...

It is winter. It falls. It is not yet spring.Twilight dances from dawn to dusk. It is morning. It is evening. It is mid-afternoon.There is sunshine on my window. There is ...

It is winter. It falls. It is not yet spring. Twilight dances from dawn to dusk. It is morning. It is evening. It is mid-afternoon. There is sunshine on my window. There is a lamp shining softly through and out of the day. It was raining. It will rain again. It ...

The Christmas lights weren't going to hang themselves. The box of lights, staples and some plastic clips designed to adhere electrical wires to the overflowing gutters had been working as a doorstop for days. It was time they earned their keep. Besides, it wasn't getting any warmer....