Tag Archives: loneliness

It’s Only Dancing

I don’t even know your name; it’s not important you know mine. But since you’re sitting there alone, I’d like a minute of your time. It may seem forward, I’ll admit; I’ll understand if you refuse. But you look like … Continue reading

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Road Going Nowhere

On the south side of the road going nowhere Winter wind letting the chill into my bones Standing tall, as if I don’t care, Acting like I’m supposed to be there As if lost highways had a need to be … Continue reading

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You Can Come Home

One winter’s night a number of years ago in Boston, I was huddled in my small studio apartment on Boylston Street near Berklee College of Music. It was a cold December evening, and as I recall I was broke and … Continue reading

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Hallows 1997

a remembrance The flames lick against the side of a rusted drum; Something rustles behind the apple trees, And a dog runs barking into the lowering dark, Joyously fierce as its sound echoes against The walnut stand along the creek. … Continue reading

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Gray Days #4

She’s waiting on the deputy, but he never comes; got her finger on the trigger, sucking silent on her thumb; and the ninety ninth caller has just been struck dumb: like an old pair of stockings he just turned to run. … Continue reading

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Alone Again

Alone again or so it seems and yet my street of broken dreams goes on and on. The moon has kissed the sun goodbye and yet hello, a kiss with which to build a dream upon. Childhood wanderings in lands … Continue reading

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Chandelier’s Left Wink and Blinding

Ceiling now in staring anguish, once the eyes I found and lost; last few moments, caught myself and wound my winding sheet about it. Words are not the thing for speaking: truth, in little hardened bitters, shows itself as one … Continue reading

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