and it was so unfair of the phone, that it failed to connect us on the last night of the cherry blossoms, for reasons neither of us can explain -- when we could have drank to another year of my life, as the wind plucked out the straggling petals; the product of a year's anticipation ( Read more... )

...I mean I've been back for two weeks and then I just thought, I just thought that we were going to hang out with other people yesterday afternoon.  He's done that before; made me think that maybe it was a date but then invited other people to come along - but no, I didn't know it was a date, not for sure, until we were walking around and he asked ( Read more... )

Looked back on lj to find haikus.

Instead I just found that everything is repeating.

Age is truly so irrelevant.

I mean, who the hell in their right mind would look at me and him and think we could find something in such an unlikely place? Well, sometime back in heaven, we were good for each other. I remember sunlight in the trees. I remember white shirts, with the water bleeding through. I remember soap suds floating down into the street ( Read more... )

Oklahoma teen [raised in the midst of crop circles and indians] Michael Shackelford slides under his 1988 Chevy Cheyenne [it's not the best, but it's his his his]. Ratchet in hand, he peers into the truck's dark cavern, tapping his boot [silver spurs a-dancing] to Merle Haggard's "Silver Wings" drifting from the garage. Flat on his back, staring ( Read more... )