The Distorting Power of Memory

As I recall, you loved me, And thought that I was great; You wanted to have kids with me, And couldn’t hardly wait For wedding bells and honeymoon. At least, so I recall — It’s strange how you remember Never loving me At all

Memory Tricks #1

Strange, the tricks that memory plays. Strange, but convenient.

The Daily Battles

The daily battles that we fight Are what our lives are, in the end The horrors of the past we hide The present dooms that might impend And as the days and years go by We list events out, name and date And hear the dove of mourning cry For all the lucklessness of fate For death … Continue reading "The Daily Battles"

Melted Coinage

I lay crossways on the backseat of my father’s Volkswagen Type 3 reading “The Melted Coins” a book I had just purchased in North Chili New York with a flimsy pillow beneath my back and a lonely feeling from this being our first family vacation without either my brother or my sister who had grown … Continue reading "Melted Coinage"