Archive for the ‘Word Portraits’ Category
Driving this morning, I see him walking. Old man with a fisherman’s hat, walking slowly. Maybe it is because I am halfway to 70 that I wonder if I will love an old man someday. If I will find the stoop in his shoulders and the shuffle of his feet endearing. If I will kiss [...]
Howling The distance between who he showed himself to be and his shadow self was blackened by an impossibly wide chasm. The ground around his core eroded slowly by lies. Dug deeper still by the lies required to protect the lies that came before. He always thought he could fill it in, but the hope [...]
You walk in here all gratuitous charm, flexing your seduction, locked and loaded for play. I brace to dismiss you but an argument rages in my skull. I could walk out of this restaurant in a second; ask the waitress to pack your tired stories of wanderlust and indecision in a Styrofoam container, take them [...]
They say hindsight is 20-20. Should’ve seen what was coming down the tracks. Should’ve laid my ear to the ground – paid attention to that rumbling intuition under my feet. Vague answers to easy questions, odd disappearances in the middle of the day, intermittent disconnect between words and action, out of place comments that threw [...]
She has a couple of scars on her left hand. Unrelated, but both from burns. These tiny little flaws bother her. It bothers me that they bother her. The way even the most beautiful creature ruminates on a few and barely noticeable blemishes. As if she loses points for this. As if everyone notices and [...]
