Haiku from night fall raindrops bursting notes on canvas sing lullaby, good night

Past is dead — I shape my memories after the fact to fit the narrative I desire Why waste Time looking back at moments I’d rather forget when Present wears the face of Future I keep my Past in the dark unsuspecting of my intent The moment I exist…

Not! (With apologies to Albert Hammond) Well, I got onboard a westbound AA A321 didn’t think I’d need a raincoat and galoshes all that talk of sunny sunshine and beaches washboard abs and suntanned creatures rang false, oh boy it sure rang false seems it sometimes rains in Southern California seems…

Draft Chapter One: Apples and Oranges — The last time I visited Barcelona, I was alone. Susanna was dead. I had returned to our beloved city after her death knowing I would find pain, but hoping the numbness would lift as I remembered Susanna in the places we had visited. Instead, I found that the city, too…

I paused at the top of the aircraft ladder and waved to the group who had come to see me off. An odd pressure seized my chest. My heart ached with love for my new family. I waved to Sam. I waved to Frank and Marie, and Phil and Little…

One to go…. — I didn’t sleep much. The prospect of travel had thrilled me since childhood and made it nearly impossible to sleep the night before a journey. What a journey I was embarking upon. “Baluuut. Baluuut.” The tremulous voice of the old Filipino broke in on my thoughts. I ran a finger…

Two to go…. —

Almost there….three to go —

You harridan, you, you hissing witch — Oh you harridan, you hissing hag your constant kvetching connives to wither worry wear my nerves ignobly ignoring the pain your purple preying pollution plays upon my brain while stealthily stealing my sanity a snake awakes to hiss alarm to warn away a wandering arm or hand or leg…