Refuge Of The Roads “In a highway service station Over the month of June Was a photograph of the earth Taken coming back from the moon And you couldn’t see a city On that marbled bowling ball Or a forest or a highway Or me here least of all You couldn’t see these cold water … [read more]
Tea Time
The Boulder Weekly is having a “101 Word Fiction Contest”. I submitted the below story this morning. You know, of all genres of stories and films, I have to say that horror or supernatural or suspense are my least favorite. Sandy, on the other hand, loves those kinds of stories, and struggles with unresolved … [read more]
When Cultures Collide
When Cultures Collide We had a few errands to run in town, so this afternoon, after a good day of work, we headed down into Boulder from our humble aerie in the eastern foothills of the Rockies. It is unseasonably warm these days, for February, but I wore a light down jacket anyway, as it … [read more]
John Gregory Allen
John Gregory Allen December 16, 1956-January 8, 2016 John Gregory Allen was born December 16, 1956, in Hardwick, Vermont, to James S. Allen, Jr. and Shirley (Gray) Allen. John was the middle child of five and the eldest boy. John grew up in an Air Force family, with his Dad being transferred from one … [read more]
For Johnny
For Johnny Tonight, in this crowded cafe the windows weep from the dark cold outside. Our dinners half-eaten but the wine still flows. It’s just another day in my limited life. I am minus one of us tonight, one of our very best, one of my favorites. Brad reminds me of Robert Bly: “You … [read more]
We Breathe
We Breathe –Geoff O’Keeffe In these empty times between being together I hold my breath, waiting for you, sometimes for days, and everything in my world waits with me. The still air is hollow and sad. I wait until your dark eyes will once again softly hold mine, and I see you in front of … [read more]