Here are some of my recent shorts, short shorts, musings and poetry. Enjoy!
They came early that year and we caught them
in peanut butter jars
because my aunt Laura said peanut butter was essential for luminosity
and we believed her
Only we could catch them
Only we were fast enough
to chase down the light of midsummer
and return it to the grownups as proof of magic
"Keep them until midnight and then let them go," our mothers said
or they'll lose their light
or you'll get warts
one or the other
Instead we poked holes in the top for air
spooned in enough peanut butter to last until dawn
and placed them on our night stands
where they eventually escaped
Sticky and hyped up on Skippy
dancing and unafraid
squeezing out their last bits of enormous light
into our tiny world
WE ARE THE NIGHT RUNNERS
There is a dog I run with at night. He isn't mine. He’s the dog of my elderly neighbor, Sara. He sleeps in her front yard with no leash or chain. No fence. He prefers the stars and evening air to the worn rug beside the wood stove. Like me he longs for the open road....
It’s May and I’m in love. I’m in love with Leonard Russo who has thick curly blond hair and big blue eyes and gives me cigar boxes full of jewelry every day after school. And I’m in love with Victor Panchenko, who asked me for the last skate at the fourth grade roller skating party and leaves bouquets of wildflowers on my desk. I’m in love with them both, but I don’t think this is allowed. I'm pretty sure you should only have one love at a time and I’m just about to choose between them, when I unexpectedly fall in love with the boy next door. An Irishman, named Finn Bailey...
THE GREEN MAN
No one believed in him. He was the stuff of fairy tales and old Abenaki lore. A fable most likely invented by our parents, to keep us out of the Hollow and away from the Loring...
I grew up in the suburbs of Upstate New York in a pretty white house in the middle of a long winding road called Bayview Drive. At the very top of Bayview was an abandoned lot where contractors had left their building scraps; cabinet doors, sheetrock, and plumbing pipes. Over the years, the neighbors contributed their own odd assortment of things like vacuum cleaners, hamster cages, toasters and birdfeeders. We called it the meadow. Every year the meadow got bigger and wider and higher. ...