A man and a woman
sit on the beach,
watch waves wash the shore,
and pretend they are not eroding.
NaPoWriMo #10: A or The
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A man and a woman
sit on the beach,
watch waves wash the shore,
and pretend they are not eroding.
Complexities of long-term relationships
I turn out the light on my side of the bed and roll on to my side and fold my arms, hands in armpits, my thumb aching as it compresses into my shoulder either from holding it this way too many times for too many years or from using it too many different ways for too many years and there is for a moment an ache in my gut like my balls have been kicked but it only lasts for a moment and—“Good night, love,” she says and, “Good night,” I say as I realize that three days have passed since our seventeenth anniversary and we have done nothing to celebrate and not because seventeen is not such a special year but because there is no money for it and—“There’s something on the counter that’s shining a blue light.” “It’s the little vacuum.” “In the kitchen?” “No, dear. In the dining room. On the shelf. It’s reflecting.” “Oh. I just hadn’t noticed it before.” And I think, “It has been in that same spot for two months.”![]()
Ms. Rebecca Moon Ruark over at Rust Belt Girl has been kind enough to share “Watching Time”, a little “phoetic essay” that I put together about my home town on the Old Mississippi.
I strongly encourage you to go check out her blog, especially her amazing story, ‘Recruit’, the print and audio versions of which are featured on Flock Literary Journal. Well worth the read AND the listen. A really touching and edgy story, well-presented by herself.
Many thanks, Rebecca!