***If you missed Chapter 1 of Phileas, you may find it here.*** Mornings in the Trout household typically began when Mrs. Trout, in her pale blue robe with matching pale blue slippers, made her way down the hall and into the kitchen to put the … Continue reading The Embarrassment of Phileas Wensleydale Trout – Chapter 2
in these leaves we are writ in the golden greens of breathing springs and in softened hues of fading fires I will hold you as memory in winter and not feel cold come creeping I will keep you as kisses in summer and in sprouting … Continue reading letters to _____ – ii
I do not love you in that way some have of losing themselves until there is no retrieval of self know instead I love you in the way geese gather and rise gray unto gray their cries of high, high, high that into silence fade … Continue reading letters to _____ – i
settled with certainty into fixed frosts I and the leaves have relaxed our claim on light's tenuousness you wandered as do seasons the periphery of me occasional bursts of blooming to thrust the heart of me into your spring I would wait for the brush … Continue reading asleep in your winter
Phileas Wensleydale Trout didn't have much going for him in his young life. There was his name, for one thing. What had his parents been thinking? What was a Phileas anyway? And as if that hadn't been bad enough, he was also burdened with … Continue reading The Embarrassment of Phileas Wensleydale Trout
Well, the blog is at any rate... three! When I consider the reasons I began this blog (read the About page if you haven't already) and compare it to where I am today, I can't even begin to express how thoroughly pleased I am. This … Continue reading I’m Three!
did you mark how I watched, taking stealthy measure of the space (three paces) between - flinging distance - but I, too shy to chance it make this then a small goodbye though the soft twistings of your hands, fingers among fingers, twisted me unbearably … Continue reading a small goodbye