Your letter in the mail is the overdone romantic comedy played repeatedly on the Betamax player of my brain. I keep rewinding and repeating the moments, until the wow and flutter distort the memory of when I first pulled apart the glued security seal. In manufactured magnetic static, what you wrote would be the opposite … Continue reading Betamax
Category: Writing
Today this is good. Keep the only things that are real in mind. Not the paper or the ink. Its all like school, like middle school or before, with friends and teachers and lessons. We can go home whenever we want. I can always just go home. Save your lessons for someone else with more … Continue reading
Spirit Reports Chapter 8: Robert
My father Robert grew up in Shaker Heights outside of Cleveland Ohio. I have been to the house where he grew up numerous times to vast my grandparents, his mother, and his step father Terry. The house itself is three stories tall, with old lighting and bathroom fixtures from the 1930’s. The driveway. Which leads … Continue reading Spirit Reports Chapter 8: Robert
Spirit Reports Chapter 7: James
I think my friend James was born in the wrong time in history. He and his violin were made for the palaces of the Habsburgs as they stood before the Great War. He was meant for the world described by Winston Churchill in the opening passages of his book. “The World Crisis”, when he wrote, … Continue reading Spirit Reports Chapter 7: James
Spirit Reports Chapter 6: Her
On a Spring afternoon during my final year of college, I was approached by a young man while I waited for a crosswalk signal to turn. He had a passage from one of the gospels marked out with a bit of string that a loop tied at one end for his thumb as a bookmark. … Continue reading Spirit Reports Chapter 6: Her
Spirit Reports Chapter 5: Lizzie
The dirt driveway that leads up the hill to Lizzie’s house is marked by an enamel sign that reads “Lucky Pines”. I remember the first time ever seeing it. It was the first time I’d stopped by to drive Lizzie to school early one fall morning in our senior year of high school. It’s … Continue reading Spirit Reports Chapter 5: Lizzie
Spirit Reports Chapter 4: Cooper
When I think of my younger brother, I picture him when he was just a little kid, no more than ten or eleven years old. Back then, he had long straight blonde hair and a gentle round face with defined dimples when he smiled, which was often, even when he was trying not to. Always, … Continue reading Spirit Reports Chapter 4: Cooper
