Recollection Stories

Lost in the atmospheric boom of my morning playlist, I climb the stairs to the second floor. Shamelessly, I hum along with the long melody arcs that ease me out of sleep into the Monday morning; who would be listening at this hour anyway? I find the heart-jumpingly embarrassing reply when I try the key to unlock my office door and it won’t turn. Instead, the handle snaps and the door creaks open like a new chalk stick on...

It is so vividly etched into my mind: the recollection of when I saw you enter that room which, although being crowded and the music blasting from the speakers, made me feel alone and left out. I was about to leave the party, stagger home, crawl back to bed when your eyes instantly sought mine and their corners wrinkled up naturally in your kind, warm smile. But what did it for me, really, was that deep color that seemed...

My dear wife The time is coming There is no fear Mind is at peace The angels are humming Father Time's last chime Hour glass now empty Thoughts rewinding histories clock Memory evoking our sublime I see you waiting Join me once again Reach out grab hold Fully lucid no sedating Hold my hand now Step on these wings Of this wordless whisper Carry us to the clouds Waltzing Venus and Mars Dancing through the heavens Leaving th...

A chance comment made across the computer screens begs the question of just how really real we can make a cyber connection feel.I was drinking my coffee, and she was signed on to Lush when we started chatting via Black Boxes. I must say this about using the Black Boxes: you must use carefully chosen words that are carefully organized, so that you can get your thought(s) down without running out of time and space. It is a...