Emotions are a roller coaster of intoxication. Certain days when I demand to know where Jacob is the mother tells me, ‘Under the couch last time I saw him sweetie.’ Sometimes I collapse to my knees and check to see, other days I want to strangle her. I’m erratic and irritable. I can’t identify anyone. I tell the mother I think I have amnesia and grow sadder with the seasons. I only wear black and the sisters tease me. The mother develops...
Daybreak beams extend through the timbre skyline splashing shadows around our wooded sanctuary. Electric green clover patches praise the early hours. The one sound beside our two beating hearts is the river beside us. It is consistent and revealing, the way we were (the way we are). Being next to him feels different, like we’re within one another instead of alongside. We’re sharing the squishy riverbank. My fingertips and toes quiver in an...
Something I wrote yesterday afternoon... we all need a short story now and then... detoured track of a steady course I’m in love with a woman that hates the word love and says there’s no such thing as a promise. I first saw Josephine on the Wildwood boardwalk. It was a cool night after a hot summer day. The scent of salt water and dry seaweed mixed with funnel cake and french fries. If you don’t know Jersey, I guess that sounds kind of...