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Writing the Day · 6d ago

Similitudes of She

She is the very likeness of her. Like her,  pretends not to see me, here, writing in my notebook, nursing coffee, sketching her profile – no, really she’s profile. Counterparts and counterpo...
Writing the Day · 1W ago

The Belt of Venus

At dawn, the Earth’s shadow is blue-grey and above it is a pink band – the Belt of Venus wrapping our world. Shadow ascending in the east, as west sun sets,  her belt and robe dropping. (The...
Writing the Day · 2W ago

Waxing Not Waning

I am waxing, not waning, though really a waxing and waning crescent Moon look much the same and in this phase my wife only knows I am intermediate – less than before or perhaps becoming more...
Writing the Day · 4W ago

Voyageur du Temps

  I launch the time machine by opening this case of photographs locked against time present and future. Even places (Newark, Paris) frozen sepia and white 100 years removed marveling at ligh...
Writing the Day · 1M ago

Dark Night of the Soul

  Forgotten in the lilies of the day are the night’s terrors of the soul. No mystic, not a believer, simple soul, without divine connection, floating lightly and free, a butterfly toiling an...
Writing the Day · 1M ago

She, cold as stone, was once warm

and with soft, scented skin flushed pink from a beating heart. And she moved. She spoke, laughed, walked under sky acres. Then immortalized inadequately in stone or words. Crafted but cold, ...
Writing the Day · 2M ago

Saturn in Opposition

The ringed-planet is visible dusk until dawn. Our home is between, opposite the sun. Rising in the east at the sunset. Peaking at midnight, setting west at sunrise. Distant. Closest and brig...
Writing the Day · 2M ago

Early June Morning

Air scented thickly from many spring flowers. Heat inversion and fog and warming skin. A morning so heavy that the peonies can’t lift themselves to greet the sun. I sit shaded, writing it al...
Writing the Day · 2M ago

Doppelgängers

Doppelgängers – someone who looks just like you – German “double-goer” once ghosts of the living. This apparition of a living person means, if seen as yourself, you’re about to die. I met my...
Writing the Day · 3M ago

Again, the Labyrinth

I am again at the labyrinth’s entrance. No one here forces me to enter. No one is here. I walk alone. Circling north, south, east, west – all directions, No direction. Only partially my own ...