“I have something to tell you,” I said.
“I want to kiss you.”
“I wish you had told me before you left,” she replied.
“Why, would you have wanted to kiss me?” was the answer I wish I had said, but it was not.

“Hello?”
“I thought I lost you and was never going to hear from you again, I am so glad you called.”
At another time in my life her call would have made me happy, now I am just confused. Life can be so lonely at times that the only thing that keeps you going is fantasy. I know it ... read more

I’m still sitting in the faded green chair in the parlor. My hand caresses the faded green fabric as my thoughts drift to an unknown future. Transparent curtains flow with the wind welcoming the laughter of children playing in the front yard.

“What do you want?”
“What?”
“What do you want?”
“I don’t understand.”
“When you die, what do you want?” he said gently laughing.

My grandfather is dying and my memory of him is standing by the bed side as my father helps him lay down. His robe... read more

When time stands still, what do you feel?
Set to ponder, what will you be?
Questions crowd my mind and insecurities overwhelm me.

Always searching forever looking and never at peace, I stand alone on the precipice of the morning. Standing at a distance the tides recede and gather strength to push forth once more. Always moving, patient and never yielding they want for nothing more.

Desire grows within me. Passion, love or lust; I yearn for more. Caress, a look, dare I more? Yes. Yes. ... read more

“So when are you going to see her?”

“Who?”

“Your girl.” “From Germany right?”

“My fantasy girl you mean,” I replied smiling.

“She’s still coming,” she continued to question.

“No, will you be my fantasy girl now.”


I never told you but after we speak I dream of you. I wake the next morning feeling sadness in my heart. Sometimes I think I can still smell you. I wish I could dream of you whenever I want to yet it only happens after we talk.

I never told you... read more

Standing on the precipice wrapped in ribbons of ocean blue. Shadows form below, drifting in the currents falling fading freed from sight. Shhh, listen. Can you hear them? Standing by the waters edge day changes to night and night to day. My feet shift in the sand. The hiss of the breaking tide lulls me into a place beyond time. Day into night enveloped by the dark I embrace the sand. The water washes over me, the sand shifting below, my heart beats faster as the chill of the ocean rushes thro... read more