Monthly Archives: September 2014


God knows I’ve tried, but it didn’t work; nothing’s changed: I’m with you still after all this time — unestranged, my senses are immune to amnesia. Five years, and I am back at the beginning tracing ourselves: what are you reading, your almost-embarrassed voice, had taken us from under the dappled oak through the orange […]


My heart and I are not on speaking terms; I think she is tired of me. She got up, left today; there was exasperation on the door. The night is quiet without her; I hear only crickets nurse their pain. One room in my house is dark; there is peace — like a little death.