Filling Station

OnceA woman and her husbandStopped at this place She, eight months with childHe, thinking about walking outAnd the drive had been a tense oneOld wounds reopenedFresh hurts on display And an old couple was thereAt the same timeLaughing while they pumped gasThey asked her when the baby was due She said, “One month.” The old … Continue reading "Filling Station"

Falling, In Love

[Originally posted May, 2018. 30 days of prose, day 10. – Owen] Falling in love is like stepping off of a flying airplane; them loving you back would be the parachute. But that parachute doesn’t always open. Splat. Love in relationships always comes with risk. We can’t know what others are really thinking, and we … Continue reading "Falling, In Love"

By The Waters of Loneliness

It’s cold out here but worse inside.And I have got no answers –I hurt for you, my love, my pride,But I have got no answers. Still — I wish I was a healer whoCould mend relationships, and doA magic spell to patch our pastAnd you and I would soon outlastThe couples passing by, who’d seeOur … Continue reading "By The Waters of Loneliness"

Love Spasm The Third

When my ex left, our youngest was But three years old – alas – So I would take him daily to A little pre-k class The girl who worked there was so young But seemed to like the way I’d sit with him – and other kids – Beginning every day So, finally, I asked … Continue reading "Love Spasm The Third"

Now, When I Remember You

To tell the story of a life Takes many pages, many words; To tell the story of a love Takes every bit as long The you I saw in summer fields Beneath an endless weightless sky The you I felt in tenderness The softness of your skin, a sigh For now, when I remember you … Continue reading "Now, When I Remember You"

a kind of imbalance

when it came to her, many options were open to me: none of which involved not caring on my part

intimate limits

while those memories fill her heart you may feel estranged just know that places you can't reach always are