K~r~Y~s~T~l~E

With One Wheel Gone Wrong

With one wheel gone wrong, she careens into the checkout line. A perfect shopper, she prides herself on sailing the circulars, clipping coupons, buying in bulk. Her basket is overflowing with catnip a...
Posted by K~r~Y~s~T~l~E on Wed, 15 Nov 2006 08:12:00 PST

Ad Infinitum

One prematurely sultry afternoon in May, Dean took his 8-year-old daughter to the park. (His wife was the features editor of a nesting magazine; Dean taught math to seventh- and eighth- graders)....
Posted by K~r~Y~s~T~l~E on Sun, 22 Oct 2006 11:12:00 PST

Sing To It

At the end, he said, no metephors! Nothing is like anything else.He said, Not even the rain-he quoted the poet-not even the rain has such small hands. So there was another.At the end I wanted to comfo...
Posted by K~r~Y~s~T~l~E on Sun, 22 Oct 2006 11:34:00 PST

Her Number

Dear Jim Barr,         You don't know me, but I know you. I was given your old number. It's for a secret cell phone, bought to have a love affair. Sometimes, instead...
Posted by K~r~Y~s~T~l~E on Sat, 21 Oct 2006 09:19:00 PST

Beautiful

Moments like this remind me once again of what I already know.  I am so lucky.  My Mom is putting Katie and Blysse to bed and that fact leaves me in a comfort that I only find every so often...
Posted by K~r~Y~s~T~l~E on Sat, 30 Sep 2006 08:56:00 PST

My Babies!

Gratefull...this is the word that best describes what I am currently feeling.  "My Babies" (little sisters Katie 9, and Blysse almost 7), are going to New York tonight to visit our mom.  We'...
Posted by K~r~Y~s~T~l~E on Sun, 22 Jan 2006 04:47:00 PST

I have no idea where this came from (random)

It's a silly game, you and I.  Around and around we go.  Trying to piece it together, sew up the patches, to make it make sense.  Yet it does not.  Nothing in the spectrum of you a...
Posted by K~r~Y~s~T~l~E on Wed, 04 Jan 2006 12:24:00 PST