of course it’d be called that
with each vicious heartbeat
eliciting an automatic response
pulling random bits from memory
shadows of recent transactions
we both hoped to leave behind
Author Archives: arghhness
INH fatigue
been feeling more and more
like a self-winding watch lately
no problems ticking along
thanks to kinetic energy
but stop to rest for a while
and the getting going again
tends to be a bit shaky
twilight reading
the sun has set
and i could steal
a few more precious
minutes of light
by facing away
from the western sky
but sometimes
there is more wealth
in the turning of clouds
than of pages
like water
she comes with soft fingers
tracing a broken outline
flowing around obstacles
carving into the breaks
reconnecting the fragments
into something wholly changed
oh, right
told him that i had
about four weeks
of vacation saved
so he asked
where do you want to go?
told him the where
didn’t really matter
so much as the who
i’d be going with
so he asked again
where do you want to go?
spring
my boys keep changing with the seasons
one has a new voice, barely a month old
that rumbles like slow rolling thunder
and still takes us all by surprise
and his brother has wispy whiskers
sprouting proudly upon his chin
like weeds after scattered showers
they keep bouncing out
his cardboard target
has no bullseye
the center has been
struck so many times
it’s worn away
all that’s left
is a patch of shadow
burrowed between
two bales of hay
that’s lost its taste
for arrows
no work
don’t thank me
loving your children
is as easy as standing
off to the side of a room
and letting my arms
reach out to rest
upon their slender shoulders
each time they silently
sidle up and lean in
for the span of three
of their hummingbird
heartbeats
maybe not
i fell in love two days ago
twenty times in the span
of three and a half hours
each time while bent at the
knees, staring into wide eyes
and open face still softened
by childhood’s tender touch
maybe it’s too soon to say love?
after all, i hardly know them
but i know that i want to
see them again and maybe
assist them as they write
their stories out, the ones
that are still rough first drafts
on their way to becoming
fine tales of bravery and heroism
and kindness, so much kindness
screening
i don’t blame her
for being wary
thirty little ones
under my care
and i’d have
some questions too
she’s not looking for
a flashy magician with
no understanding
of commitment
children that age
need simple stability
in the classroom
not a disappearing act
i don’t have any tricks
except maybe with a pen
some lined paper
a few small words
and an uncanny knack
for being on time