A Small Price

A Small Price

  The yellow smoke fills the grocery store shelves and swirls past the lone can of peas.  Outside, it blocks the sun and licks the pavement of empty streets.   I sit in my center and watch it eddy around the grimacing eyes the protective masks, the plastic...
Why Not Now

Why Not Now

  Someday, you’ll cruise through the galaxy and point out the planets you once inhabited, just as you do your previous homes now.   Someday, you’ll realize that, like those synthetic life forms on Star Trek you only truly exist in this moment, with all the...
Seeking the Gaze

Seeking the Gaze

It starts when one is young and even long before the searching, the yearning for that moment when your mother’s eyes alight on you, or your father’s gaze snaps into focus with you as its target.   Two universes connect, slide together, magnet and iron. The chest...
The Art of Flight

The Art of Flight

  Like a bird who can’t enjoy flying but instead only pecks, eats and drinks, I race from one activity to the next.   I end each day stretched out on the bed wanting nothing but sleep.   But suddenly I awaken. I watch my movements fast and jerky, my...
One-Winged Moth

One-Winged Moth

I nearly sit on the yellow moth speckled with gray that rests on the patio chair. Sadly, it crawls across the metal, wobbling with its single wing.   Up close I see the dark spot where the second wing once hung.   Oh you poor flightless soul. No longer will...