Flames

The flames are dancing again. They sway softly, reaching up just enough to reveal blues and greens before settling down into the rhythm of orange fused with a yellow-white, burning my eyes as I stare. There is a sudden leap in my heart as one little flame tries to escape and jumps off its wick … Continue reading Flames

Father Of Mine

The discussion was about Divine Intervention and whether it is an integral aspect of belief. It was mostly intellectual with the bouts of emotions (that always seem to trickle through with me) getting properly addressed and shelved by the most significant influence in my life. First, my mother left. She tried to pipe in with … Continue reading Father Of Mine

Being Born

We are finishing dinner when I begin. “See, I always had an issue with birthdays.” Smiling, he settles back in his chair. “My mother always forgot my birthday…well, she still can’t figure out the right date…” He laughs. “You never know, maybe this year she’ll remember…the day’s not over yet.” We smile at each other … Continue reading Being Born

I Write the Songs that Make the Whole World Sing…

The world knows about the songs she wrote. I know about the poems and heartfelt musings she keeps together with some sketches in the back of the file cabinet in the section marked “misc.”.  Most of them are from when she was in high school.  The words are fading and it’s hard to make out … Continue reading I Write the Songs that Make the Whole World Sing…

Oh Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel…

When I was in kindergarten I colored a dreidel.  To me, it was just another shape outlined in thick black ink that I was meant to color in with whatever crayons I chose. To my teacher, who happened to be an artist, it was amazing. My mother worked in the school so the teacher ran … Continue reading Oh Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel…

Bleed

We sit beside our friends of grief And know not where they came What was once clear and understood Now hides behind this game Of fear, distrust, clouded minds And words that can’t be said As we race around the things we know Are locked inside our heads We struggle to release the sounds Binding … Continue reading Bleed