Unmotivated mornings, unearned tears, borrowed wisdom, plagiarized fears. Time-lapse ingenuity, predictable pattern or passion, naïve solutions, outright reaction. Redemption, rejection, malignant aches and pains, all is not lost, nothing ever gained. Moving violations, negligible patience worthy of mention, spit-out excuses, resist intervention. Embryonic impulses to aftertaste of regret, incidental remains of the pretext you forget. […]

We have faith. We have doubts, commensurate with unknown fears and undetermined factors. That which you feel I see as well, differently. We pretend we belong. In many ways we share the same grief. We are afraid of all the wrong things. We doubt our faith. Everything is temporary, even our fears. 04/19/2018                         j.g.l.   […]

I am old, he said, not in regret but as fact. Tea splashed on the table as he tried to offer hospitality. All he could afford. Too many days between pension cheques, not enough time to enjoy them. His smile was genuine, teeth brown, or broken. I have no milk. His head shook. His hands […]