Being an ant is no picnic

Grumbling and bumbling I labor through the chill of dawn, “early to rise makes us healthy, wealthy and wise.” Tall tales of wintry wonder march relentlessly into my lair as weathermen prophesy, “prepare the way for the coming snow!” Men will toil today with all their might, resolved to endure and put up a fight.…

First or Lasting Impressions?

Curb appeal when searching for a new house The character of the neighborhood after dark Anxiety upon noticing there are no prices on the menu The cleanliness of the bathroom Teeing off for the first time A hole in one The wrinkles of a man’s suit The humility with which he prays When you see…

A compulsion of Life, A to Z.

Adore Boston. Curse Dent. Eighty-one Fenway games hold inspiration juxtaposed; Kingpins Lament Maniacally, Never-ending October Pressure. Quintessential Red Sox Trials Utterly Virulent. Wretched, Xenophobic Yankees. Zoetic.

Eternally bound

A disheartened voice cries violently in the empty streets, I listen longingly, but it does not hear me. A waning echo quickly fades, vanishing into the night, I pursue it breathlessly, but it cannot be found. The dredging depth of my soul aches for just one other, I race after hope, but to myself alone…

Nothing

My stride carries my judgment as my sight avoids the gaze, of a man who is no more, a humiliated life engrossed by the haze, Muffled voices of the lost burst forth with great silence, longing for approval and a day that shines a new cadence, Emptiness marks the taste that washes over their lips,…