Saturday, May 5, 2018

I open at the close

- Grant Snider

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Matters of heart



- "I just want to find out if she is OK."
- "Of course she is not. What kind of question is that??!!"

-"She is a human traffic accident and everybody's looking at the wreckage. She is doing the best she can with what she has left."

- "I know I know. I wish......I want to be able to help her someway."
- "You can not. No one can. You can not mend a broken heart. At best, you can distract it. She has a long life to live, constantly searching for distraction."

Sunday, May 7, 2017

Bequeath

No pictures, no remains,
No memories to remind us
of each other.

She walked away leaving,
a blue imprint
on my existence.

Monday, April 10, 2017

Its the chase


I’ve flown kites. Sometimes they’re gone forever, and sometimes they’re just waiting in the middle of the road for you to rescue them. Kites can be vivacious or they can be stubborn. I’ve had both kinds, and a vivacious kite is definitely worth chasing for. 

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Conversations of Wonderland


- “If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be?” she asked.

- “Alaska” he said immediately.

- “Alaska? What’s in Alaska?” 

- “The sky.”

- “We have sky here, too.” she motioned to the blue expanse above their heads. “A whole stretch of it, right in front of you.”

- “Yeah, but the sky in Alaska is bigger, closer,” he said with an edge of impatience; she got the sense he didn’t like her insistence that they change the subject. “Like the heavens are sitting on your doorstep, and going for a stroll among the clouds is entirely plausible, if you felt so inclined.”

- His description of Alaska had her smiling. “I had no idea you liked the sky so much.”

-“I do. I do like the sky. I like looking up and being surprised by what I see. It doesn’t happen too often, but when it does . . .” he paused, “when it does I’m usually in Alaska.”

Thursday, March 16, 2017

I value..


- Grant Snider

Friday, March 10, 2017

Waiting for forever


I am here,
Standing at the corner of the world,
Waiting to never be found. 
Can I ever be found, 
Is a question that stays with me.