in last night’s clothes at three a.m. on a couch under a blanket that grips me tight cold without your warmth can you please explain why you’re gone because you said it was fun, you told me, we wore our happiness on the outside and the warm glow crawled over us like ants in … More in last night’s clothes
Butterflies6 by Ralph Lynn Weld I saw butterflies today, thumbing for a ride by the side of the road, fidgeting and flitting they couldn’t stand still on the way that led to the shore. With tattooed circles and symbols, a secret tongue, they wore tie-dyed things this wild bunch moving everywhere except straight forward, moving chaotic … More Butterflies6
She moved to L.A. by Ralph Lynn Weld The chimes on my front porch ring and their soft pings linger then hitch a ride with cool breezes to L.A. I should have gone with them.
Charmel by Ralph Lynn Weld It’s worse when the rain stops. The humidity starts and it’s brutal, a sweat dripping, sopping washcloth kind of hot. Clouds hover in the air and the steam is starting to rise off the pavement. I don’t know what affects me more, Charmel or the heat. Charmel – smoking hot, … More Charmel
In September On The Rhine by Ralph Lynn Weld at the river crossing near Bruhl where the gazebo stood at water’s edge we put our feet on its tired wooden rails for a long moment and listened to a barge moving a wall of water, its bow spreading and pushing in between, the diesel chugging … More In September On The Rhine
Len sits and pulls a cigarette out from a crumpled red pack that’s as red as blood in spit that spatters against the sides of a white sink. Flecks from white bone, face in the drain a flattened squeezed flesh-tube, goes by Len. Aged dark face, forearms, hands, and back of neck, colored like iron … More Len
Luv Bier Garten, Bremen, Germany Here at the beer garden nothing lasts except the sameness of the outdoor umbrellas. Customers move down rows between long wooden tables, shoes crunching in gravel. Attractive young waiters in a tight white aprons, “Luv Bier” stenciled in bold black letters move through the tables while an impatient breeze comes … More Luv Bier Garten, Bremen