You are the real lord of the rings. There was the newest band of silver engraved in Latin with twisted words of my beloved and your beloved or some such prattle. I ask after it and said how strange it is to hear you tell the story of exchanging rings and public declarations of commitment. …
Sweet Mary, life isn’t quite contrary
Hey Sweet Mary, life isn't quite contrary. Come with me to the purple mountain range We'll pick the first place nobody knows your name. You can wash your daily troubles in the creek while the rest drift by. Unnoticed, we will dance in the mud banks to the songs of the dragonflies. As wounds begin to heal, …
trust and pain
There is a sensation in the fingertips. There is a raw measure of pleasurable pain. The skin it touches is hot from the rush of blood and bold exposure. The turn of a head, the turn of a heart, is solid and heavy. Dependable. She knows she can hold it there and be careful. But …
back in the sway
It could have been a date. All the right elements were present for it. You endured a couple of hours sorting through old smelling records even when I only picked out one in the end. You smiled softly and said you'd be happily to do it again. We sat in the movie theater watching 3D …
in the silent pause
It's in the silent pause between "thanks for meeting me" and "I'll see you soon." All the words are tied up in blue ribbon. I could let them hang until they unwind like the telephone cord or I could just give them up in the twisted bunch to let someone else untangle the mess I …
Dixie's Road Trip 