The breakup Jon Hillenbrand, February 7, 2009December 30, 2015 The blink of the stop light and the metronome of the wipers compete for control over the beat of my heart as I think of my final moments with her. I’m writing her features on my mind so I don’t forget everything important to me now. I feel her close breath on mine, but she’s gone, gone, gone and her image is a haunting ghost I’ll one day pretend to dismiss with an uncaring glance from the corner of my eye. But for now, I can drink in the loss. The dam I’ve built behind my eyes strains against the pressure of these rising tears. I let it fail. What shall I do once the snow is gone and the Christmas lights have faded to empty glass? How will I get by when the phone rings on that random Tuesday flooring me without her fingers to straighten my hair? Sad to want someone to love but to only see fog between the sky and the water, intermingling in their white veil, like the veil I’ll never lift across her face. The stop light blinks trails across my life which are swept away with each heartbeat. Poetry photography
Poetry The Death of Dusty Brown October 15, 2008December 30, 2015 I took the reins from Anne and mounted up. The sun was setting across a fall landscape of tall grass which licked my stirrupped heels. I was looking forward to riding again not having ridden a horse in some time. The feel was familiar and I looked forward to the… Read More
Poetry The Perils of an Open Mind April 23, 2010December 30, 2015 Absolutes of ideology are succulent butter to people who are in the checklist stage of preparing to sail with Greenpeace, pasting enlarged dead baby photos to poster boards, annoying their coworkers into voting for someone or screaming about the dangers of running with scissors. Read More
Poetry Legacy of a Species February 7, 2016 Not all knowledge is possessed from birth. Experience, standing on the shoulders of others… That’s where the magic happens. As a species… We owe each other the lives we have lived. Because in those moments… There lies the insight… That will help us… Defeat the robots… When they rise up… Read More
By the way, this didn’t happen to me. I just thought it out and it sounded dramatic/poetic to me, so I wrote it up and posted it here. But thanks for the comments of consolation.