Lena, You asked me how I became strong. How did we, of the same origins – of the same cloth -become so different? I recall shrugging and refusing to look at you when I said, “Some people are just born like that.” Isn’t that what I said? I might have mentioned that sometimes people are born with the skin of a dragon and titanium hearts. In hindsight, it was a terrible answer. I’m sorry my words failed you. I’m sorry I couldn’t answer your true question: If I am strong, does that make you weak? I see now that you […]
Early throwback Thursday poem from around 2004.
Imagine sitting down with your favorite book. There you are, sitting in a comfy chair, peeling the pages apart hungrily. You’re into it : the plot, the dramatic climax, and even maddening suspense clinging to each line. No doubt, the story you are reading is a great one. Its opening line sucked you in and now you cannot escape – not that you want to.You’re gripping to every word, every line. But the characters fall short. The male romantic lead turns out to be shallow and two-dimensional. Or maybe it’s the female protagonist who doesn’t quite live up to the […]
I don’t know why I remember the smell of gasoline. Sitting on the garage floor in nothing but my short corduroys, grease smeared on my knees, I watch Papa curse over the truck engine. Gasoline, sawdust, and grease was all over the garage, painting it with the leftovers of hard work and, often, failed attempts. Carved wooden projects were stacked against the shells of cars, which were bursting with old, odd bits from the house. Shelves in the corner held an assortment of paint and were lined with Folgers Coffee cans overflowing with nuts, bolts, and nails. I sat, leaning […]