• Coming to terms with new patterns, accepting those lose by the wayside.
    Acceptance and understanding are not easy to come by.
    Giving it a shot.

  • Eating was about as close to religion as he got.
    Undisturbed by sights and sounds during a good meal
    Telephone and computer tucked away
    No small talk or disruptions
    fully focused, in the moment, contemplative

  • The taxi, bus, shuttle, securtiy check, flight, disembark, transfer, check in, time kill, boarding, meals and movies, too many drinks, silky blankets and strange seat partners, finally landing, get the bags, more buses, hours to go before i sleep, missed bus stops and final taxi home,
    all this to get away from you

  • She wasn’t sure.
    It seemed like a long shot,
    being there for someone for the long term
    joining goals and hopes and dreams
    building a future
    more that a day into the future.

  • She turned and walked
    it didnt matter where
    or how far
    just away
    away away away
    from the b*llsh*t, the headaches
    the lies and the hope that they werent
    keep walking
    until you can’t anymore

  • There were things she remembered and things she didnt
    Moments of intense passion and joy
    that were etched in there
    immovable and frozen in time.
    The more mundane things,
    daily life,
    her children,
    didnt really make the cut.

  • It was always there
    a subtle nudge
    a little one-up here,
    a little there
    small jabs
    double-edged compliments
    that chipped away
    at confidence
    that was barely there
    at all

  • It was hot and smoky in Ed’s,
    the roadside tavern full of folks
    trying to ease out of work and back into themselves
    having a dance, a few beers,
    those few turning into a few more,
    those dances getting looser,
    faces getting greasier
    with exertion
    and the last throes of summer
    she went back to the bar to get another gin
    their eyes…[Read more]

  • They swam for hours, out to the dock, sunned and chatted and laughed,
    the wonder of summer holidays,
    raced and cannon balled
    and finally returned to the shore
    spent, big grins, contented,
    skin wrinkled and deep brown from the elements
    like happy little prunes

  • The doorbell rang
    a man stood at the door with flowers
    please sign here
    Now what
    has he done

  • He seemed a straight up person when you met him,
    open, warm, a good listener.
    He had a wild side, though,
    a side that knew no boundaries,
    no shame
    He was at times ruthless and self indulgent,
    malicious and scheming,
    his outer veneer a temporary illusion,
    a tool for managing social situations
    but knowing him longer, better, closer,
    he…[Read more]

  • We sat in the back seat
    giggling and talking excitedly about where we were going
    or what we had seen
    or something trivial and ridiculous
    as kids do.
    A look flashed in the rear view window,
    an ominous sound,
    one of our names,
    and if we didnt quieten, a hand would come
    from the front seat,
    iron and fire
    to slash
    at any…[Read more]

  • Her eyes.
    Always her eyes.
    They telegraphed whatever was going on.
    Never mind windows to the soul,
    they televised that shit
    and sent it global

  • She eased to the ground with a sigh
    the last breath she would exhale
    her essence released to the sky
    a thought grasped her mind in those final seconds
    a hope that she had done enough,
    helped enough, given enough
    reached out
    to her friends, children,
    to people she had encountered in her life
    all those moments flashed across her fading…[Read more]

  • He went out to the fields every day after he finished in the barn.
    The weather was terrible this time of year, rain and sleet,
    golfballs of ice pelting down,
    still, he had to check and make sure things were ok,
    tied up, tied down
    mild the cows, feed the animals
    Some days he felt 70 years old
    he was only 50
    Wind and sun creased his…[Read more]

  • Miss Ann Thrope commented on the post, songwriter 6 years ago

    id love to be
    but i find my tongue tied,
    fingers snagging, entwined,
    unable to move as they should,
    wield pen as they should,
    pluck and strum and do anything but drum as they should
    so i sit and stare and wish
    i could tell you
    just how beautiful that day was,
    that girl,
    that love
    my heart swells, about to burst from the…[Read more]

  • the future she had imagined was gone
    she moved on, made new friends
    kept on living
    made a new life,alone,
    and ok with it
    most of the time
    but sometimes
    felt denied,
    ‘i was robbed’ she said
    ‘i coulda been a contender’ she said
    ‘i have so much to give’ she said
    as she walked in front of the midtown bus

  • pulling a job like this always awakened lusts and hungers that could scarcely be quenched
    he went to his local, gorged on food, booze, women, life
    and, satiated, crawled out in the wee hours to home and bed,
    a few dollars richer if he was lucky,
    spent, demons appeased,
    get up and do the same tomorrow

  • Miss Ann Thrope commented on the post, welt 6 years, 2 months ago

    It was invisible to the eye
    but her words lashed and scarred
    as much as any whip or flail
    leaving an indelible mark
    that lasted a lifetime

  • Saturday night I went out dancing
    kind of didnt want to
    was feeling lazy and introspective
    but i went out
    to support the friends who were throwing the party
    even though i didn’t feel very social
    and kind of felt
    like spending the weekend in the mountains
    with a friend
    for his birthday
    taking some time to think.
    Broke my foot…[Read more]