Jan
8
A Lonely Wind
January 8, 2011 | Leave a Comment
It was a lonely wind. Leaves and other Fall debris fled before it, scratching and clicking at the cracked pavement. Small animals sheltered themselves in the folds of crumbling buildings, hunched down, squinting, trying for warmth. A single person, wrapped in layers of old clothing, walked the sidewalk as the dusk approached. Collars upright, hands […]
Jan
8
The Cellar
January 8, 2011 | Leave a Comment
It was Maine before the land was hunted mercilessly by the absurdly wealthy for oceanfront mansions. Right above the beach. An old cellar, facing the frothy water. Bits and pieces of someone’s lives lay strewn here and there, wedged between the remaining fieldstone foundation boulders–perhaps there since the fire took the house in the night. […]
Jan
6
Time
January 6, 2011 | Leave a Comment
It wasn’t, necessarily, that time went too fast. Just that it went. Would’ve been extra-special if I could have stopped it on the significant stuff. Harder yet was the ever more convincing concept that all time was happening at the same time. Could I have been 16 and 60 concurrently? Or, what was later–60 and […]
Jan
4
Covered Bridge
January 4, 2011 | Leave a Comment
It felt like it had been there since the first moment of time, that old covered bridge. Now nestled in a thicket of trees, one of its ends open to a long-faded dirt road, the other spilling out into the valley that was now a reservoir. In the summer, I used to go to the […]
Jan
4
Common Sense
January 4, 2011 | Leave a Comment
It was the early days of the space race. An immense rocket booster was being transported to its assembly site on a flatbed tractor trailer. Then there was that overpass no one remembered to plan for. Stuck solidly under the mass of steel, the booster promised to become a permanent fixture of the landscape. Engineers […]
Jan
4
On The Backs of Others
January 4, 2011 | Leave a Comment
He made it on the backs of others. Oh, he never boasted about that, but deep inside himself, he clearly knew it. Hurt lots of them, destroyed some, simply stepped over others after he’d gotten what he wanted. Now it was the top for him. Lots of money–family fixed for life. How that family admired […]
Jan
3
Greenfields
January 3, 2011 | Leave a Comment
“Greenfields” it was. The melodic Brothers 4 and on a summer afternoon so fine, each note floated and came gently to rest upon the maple leaves, satisfied. The ’55 BelAir was parked beneath one of those trees, and you and I leaned against the driver’s door as we sat on the cool earth below. We […]
Jan
3
The Touch of Her Hand
January 3, 2011 | Leave a Comment
The touch of her hand was electric. The tingle shivering from fingertip to wrist. It cannot be denied I loved her from the first moment I saw her. In a service station, of all places. In a GTO. Me–the guy with the rag in his back pocket–her with the floor shift. What is it that […]
Jan
2
Old Cars & Kennebunkport
January 2, 2011 | Leave a Comment
The white sea sand always felt gritty between your toes. You ran to the beach across the road from the cabins you had just arrived at for a week’s vacation the moment the car door opened and your feet hit the stones. Your Dad and Mom always yelled to be careful when crossing the road. […]