The lock holds firm to the frame as he twists the key to the right. When it finally releases, he goes to work on the second one. Inside, he looks over at the life-size paper-maché rhinoceros positioned to watch the congested streets of Berlin. Shadows and lights from the street […]
Fragments of a life…oddly (re)imagined
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We live our lives in fragments — like a collection of life’s odd snapshots tossed into a box and fading toward green. The edges of each image bends and curls with ridiculous amounts of curiosity, love and laughter…
Writings & Images
He held stiff to the wheel. Hands clenched at 10 and 2. Concentrating. He knew the toaster wasn’t good in the wind. It jerked and jostle with each gust. Eleven years ago, the guy in the parking lot happily showed off his Honda Element. Wash it out with a hose […]
Just slid open the curtain of my hotel room window to discover this marvelous face staring back at me. Business travel can be so glamorous. And you gotta love the view from these heights. Ha!
He twisted his tongue—flipping it over, forcing it steady with his teeth, exposing the underside large vein. Thick would be the word to describe it. Thick would also describe his way of speaking. Adding the word “–headed” to the end of the word thick and you have his demeanor. But […]
When he died on an early morning in February, it was discovered that he had not changed the world. His life ended with no signs of greatness among his belongings. Nothing. Thirty-five words in 8 point type in a square box on a back page in a local newspaper marked […]
In the 1980s, I read an obituary that has stayed with me ever since. I hope that when I pass these words would describe my life too…with a couple of slight changes He lived, worked, and loved with a child-like sense of wonder and imagination, curiosity and laughter.
The unemotional revolver staring at my head throbs in perfect rhythm with the frightened finger on the trigger and the blood pumping through my right temple. Fear holds the gun. It draws a straight line between him and me. We are bound together at 12:17 a.m. on a well-lighted porch […]
The final click of the “s” on the keyboard seemed insignificant to him–a minor accomplishment. Another idea put to paper. Put to rest. The period put an end to it, forcing a nice clean statement. An exclamation point would not help to sell more bleach. He knows this. Yet something […]
Life is a series fragments. Minutes spent in the time between stations, observing the fluid, human experience. A moment captured in hands, relaxed yet on guard—protecting valuables and secrets.
