wheel of fortune I was not expecting to see you that day, riding the subway, sitting across from me. You are one of the only things capable of truly surprising me. I tried not to stare at you. I nervously tapped my foot. I pretended to read. I acted like I wasn’t eavesdropping when someone with red hair leant in close to you and said, “This feels like it’s taking forever. How many more stops?” And you said, “Only a few more darling. My...
the hermit During the four weeks prior to moving in with Anthony I only left my apartment a handful of times. I stayed inside reading books and sitting in silence. Although the silence I refer to does not fall into any category of isolation’s hush. I was listening quite closely. I would have stayed if I had known. I would have been more careful. I read books by Richard Cavendish and Aleister Crowley. I listened to Tibetan chants. I fasted for...
strength Anthony immediately verified the only facts I knew about my father. “He was born in Egypt. He left your mother before you were born. He was a brilliant Physicist.” He followed up these statements with what I was unaware of. Things I may have not been ready to hear. “Your mother never told him she was pregnant with you. He was in a fatal car accident eleven years ago.” A warmness covered me from head to toe. The lights in the...
the chariot The days between leaving the only job I had ever known and attending the Spiritualist church remain some of my most uncertain. I felt the anger taking over that I had been warned about by teachers, the sadness. I spent a lot of time on top of my apartment building. The alarm meant to sound when the rooftop access door opens never worked. I knew that it wouldn’t from the first day I escaped twenty-seven stories up to see if life...
the lovers After many comfortable years at the restaurant it was time to move on. The husband and wife that owned the establishment had grown to consider me theirs. Tears were shed the day that I left. The decision was difficult to accept. I knew that life would be easier if I stayed, and in a way that was exactly what I wanted. A daily routine of washing, drying, and pondering. Life is constructed of arduous choices. As time went by my...