Calver Straβe #44 Crowds gathered noisily during summer,four stories below our apartment, to sit at the small tables in front of sidewalk cafés that lined the street. They packed-in,side by side with empty glasses ready forsummer wine. We’d watch from our kitchen windowand smoke cigarettes. We drank beeruntil the ashtray was full and the coolness … More Calver Straβe #44
Perfect V I am prone to search the snow covered path each winterfor footprints, where your boots crunched the frozen crust,cracked through to the crystalline powder underneath,proof your words echoed here in these winter winds,the shapes melted long ago. Your voice doesn’t sound like I think I remember it,the saved messages on my phone are … More The Perfect V
Tree Fort A battlement of forest leaves hides the fort where old oaks grow arms out to hold the nails and treasures of the soldiers down below Climb up to look across the field and play until night’s glow this far outpost in a different land hurry now we’ve got to go down the ladder … More Tree Fort
Attic Memories Father’s jacket hid in the attic many years; still good at its job, heavy, like the cold, wet, snow-covered tundra it pretended to be. He’d survived in this jacket, lived through the jagged frozen air that sliced open his lungs; made the great, mass retreat across a thousand miles of hell. I can’t … More Attic Memories
Lonely Planet’s Guide to Love A dream in the desert alone while fires rage and wood has splintered one side wet to a cooling flame flip for hot fuming coals and hold my branch between clenched knees the tip red and ready for tomorrow will pierce the shore. a two fingered slit to watch the … More Lonely Planet’s Guide to Love
Achat Hotel Schwetzingen by Ralph Weld Some people believe the whitest white comes from the presence of God. They’ve never seen the white linen tablecloths at the Achat Hotel in Schwetzingen where guests stuff their pie holes with sausage.
Mementos (rev.) by Ralph Weld “I bought that shoe in Holland, that cross at Notre Dame,” to Amber, I say. My memories gathered in this room, side by side on the shelf, the dust laying over them like a sheet on a corpse. The dust holds my experiences, keeps the outline, its space ready for … More Mementos (rev.)