DANVILLE, VA- The uneven ground beneath his feet made him regret not bringing the walking stick his friend Leonard carved for him many years ago, but he pressed on – fighting against memories in his head while attempting to allow new ones in. “That part does not look too steep,” one part of his brain …
Wherever here is- Floating. Just floating.Trusting yourself. Toes up. Palms up.Calm yourself. Slow your breathing. Don’t tip.Not like the other men (and Rembrandt) in the boat. At first,facing the horizonwith eyes to the waves. Ears above the water.Children chirping.Seabirds begging. Ears below the water.A quiet current…and your thoughts. Then face to the shore,trusting yourself to …
I. Painting The ephemeral colors dancing on the horizonin a daring ballet of lavenders,not purple,and rust, like metal weathered in many storms,and periwinkle blue,like “mother’s dress,”lost in a mystic confusioneven if Bob and Vincent did it better. II. Music The rhythms and lyrics bouncing around-little care for formalities and scales-humming while trying to find …
by phillip gillis Years ago, sitting by the phone anticipating a call-Waiting for the clock to roll overand the ball (or acorn) to drop Take a moment to buy a new resolution(somewhere between 11:52 and 12:01and a promise and a wish)but not really buy one…more or less just rent it for a few weekswith the …
By phillip gillis A skateboard cracked against the wall on the building next door as laughter erupted. I didn’t have to turn around because I knew the kids, taught their parents, and probably knew their grandparents, too. Then I heard an exchange I’ve heard my whole life… You alright? Yeah. What you doing this weekend? …
by phillip gillis Do you remember the taste of summer? because it goes so fast. It tastes like a dirt path borrowed for the dusty journey on bikes and motorcycles and four wheelers around a tobacco field on the way to a community pool. sometimes during the day- other times at night- because we all …