I Still Feel It

A little differently. A little less. This is how I love you now— now that time has made a fool of us, of me, of you, you, who loved me as completely as I loved you— but you couldn’t find a way to undo unravel untangle the bramble of every choice you made before yourContinue reading “I Still Feel It”

Saturday Night Party Game

Couples, singles, friends— an old house immersed in soft music without voice. It is the season of sweaters of fires in fireplaces of colorful wines in long-stemmed glasses small squares of cheese on round crackers olives that taste like you’re in fine company— a group of respectable achievers you admire for reaching the top withContinue reading “Saturday Night Party Game”

Winter Warmth

Winter Warmth The heavy snow stops everything— traffic work school construction lunch dates birthday parties doctor appointments big plans airplanes— but the heavy snow doesn’t stop your mind from running full speed two years into the past when you spent a couple February nights sliding into bed beside a man who loved you so muchContinue reading “Winter Warmth”

Brewpub Confessional

Anyone who saw him would notice the care he took at the mirror would appreciate the fine choice he lifted from the hanger in his closet would be aware and maybe annoyed by his appearance, his beauty made finer by the gray in his hair and to anyone watching him at the table with hisContinue reading “Brewpub Confessional”

Legs

Legs What a great fortune it is that I have them— strong able willing to carry me miles at a time through the woods along the beach down the sidewalk into and out of the grocery store the museum the theater— they can run dance jump kick lift bend they are shaved smooth the colorContinue reading “Legs”

Screaming into a Paper Cup

Screaming into a Paper Cup By DeMaris GauntCover art by CR Leyland “Time Standing Outdoor Cafe” 2014 Sometimes I wonder if you ever drove past my house when you were down here visiting Kathy at school. Were you curious to see if there was ever a second car in my driveway? There wasn’t. After you,Continue reading “Screaming into a Paper Cup”

Tradition of Bias on the Drive Home

Tradition of Bias on the Drive Home We agree the Thanksgiving dinner was wonderful— the turkey, perfection the rolls, divine— the variety of indulgences colored the countertop like a mosaic and we consumed everything with the hunger of the starved. The homemade apple pie, gone, before we finished our heaping plates, but it was okayContinue reading “Tradition of Bias on the Drive Home”

Oh, Ocean ~ Part II

Oh, Ocean ~ Part II As I walked toward you for our last evening stroll I started to feel the melancholy of saying goodbye. Our days passed so quickly didn’t they? I will miss the offerings you pushed onto the shore just for me— the broken, imperfect shells and sand dollars— you realized I likeContinue reading “Oh, Ocean ~ Part II”

My Best Damn-Good Advice

My Best Damn-Good Advice I believe now is the time when my experience and hard-won understanding permit me to say to the young: don’t ever ever under any circumstances fall in love and expect it to last survive look feel taste like the perfection you never believed you’d find. I assure you— love can surviveContinue reading “My Best Damn-Good Advice”

My Son Calls Me Plato

My Son Calls Me Plato Before I go to the grocery I always ask him “anything you want?” and always every time he says “shakes”— you know, the breakfast kind chocolate pack of twelve I say no way every time— it’s become a joke an affectionate game because I always come home with something healthyContinue reading “My Son Calls Me Plato”