“I am always fighting for the next minute,” I tell my wife. then she begins to tell me how mistaken I am. wives have a way of not believing what…
The summer dances around me Giving me space to walk I don’t know which way to turn Listen Head turned to the park to the water to the path Light…
However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest…
I learned this, at least by my experiment; that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he…
Sometimes the wave comes over you and the fight is enjoyable. Even though you don’t win, the fight can be enjoyable. That image stays with me. Something i often forget.
There was something about her. Her body language. A kind of aesthetic dignity she never forgot. She never relaxed away from it, even as a mother. When I say that…
When the sun hit the side of her window she would wake quickly. This morning the sound of the canons from the church awoke…
Where words end Yum on Steinway Home Decor, Astoria Just resting Such as thing too much pride? Nah.
I’m not sure that words speak enough Jump into our glasses and spill onto the table Run from one side of the table and down onto the floor Laugh under…
“What do you want me to do?” she asked him. Mimi held onto the side of the couch, the suede thin enough to fit between her fingers. “I just want…
Lights in the Hand 