Another Bright Day!

He told me that his wife had left him and had run off with the milkman.

I found this pretty incredulous, because it sounded like part of an old joke that had been around forever and where do you find a milkman delivering milk door to door anymore?

He said it had happened in the early seventies and that as a result of it, he had stopped using all dairy products and only took artificial creamer in his coffee and never had whipped cream or ice cream with his piece of pie anymore.

I watched him r… Continue

The moon throws a thin light into our homesick house and winter starlight pulls vague shadows over the sun dried sheets, pale reflections of me; crisp lies the moonlight on my pillow.

The dim night beckons, expectant with its bloated moon, but I scorn it and have no will but to lie here, ignoring a string a love struck lights that tremble in the distance.

I heed instead the mindless creatures that scurry over the forest floor; hurrying through their dreamless nights, unfrightened.

Below us, i… Continue

Confused, I run into the light, but when I get there, it is dark and in the air hangs a denial of anyone ever having been there.

I smash myself against the gray walls of your soul.

Your eyes are forbidding and cold and reflect no hope for me.

A scream builds up inside my belly and is doomed to reverberate inside me forever.

My soul lies in my hands, cradled in my fingers and I hold it up to the light.

It trembles from its violent discoveries and I find no pity for it.… Continue

In the tight blue summer air a very solitary small white cloud floated as if it was linked to the hands of a child with a thin invisible string.

I lay on my back in the cool grass in the shade of the apple tree in my white with blue dotted summer dress and thought about the things which had brought my common sense in an uproar.

Behind the barbed wire, at the end of the orchard, the Frisian cows grazed steadily in the pasture.

They grazed with their heads all in the same direction, a phenomeno… Continue

Listen, sometimes there are no angels and the feathered wings that fold around your head and shield your eyes forsake us daily.

We tilt and balance on the balls of our feet, while we are naked and humanity's breath turns us mostly to the east.

Then we face the people who have gathered there and is… Continue