Posted tagged ‘prose’

for marvin

July 16, 2013

once i saw the pattern, it dominated me.


we are trained by nature to adhere to foreseen likelihood.

anticipation is rewarded, selective pressure excludes chance.

but chances change.


i cannot access the “big picture” but i know there’s the unknown. so i know there’s at least one more piece of the information to be known.

whether by me or the objection projection


my shadow,

my echo,

my reflection.



April 17, 2013

she fed me a tangerine at the bus stop in the morning
we stuck together until the distance watched us
from the day I drove down the shore road
out past corbett’s cove and the fog clouded the sea
I stared blankly at the perishing memory of citric love.