Discretionary Love

My old friends only visit me in dreams when I sleep inside this rusty old bucket of a trailer that smells like fried fish, old

I dreamt of the mountain lion, twice in three days. The first night she lived in my friends’ house. They were fostering her, as if

I look for Jessica all day.  Down the hallway, in the streets, and between the bushes by that old yellow apartment complex. When she doesn’t

He knew that he loved her, but he wasn’t sure if she felt the same.  After class, the two high school seniors were at a

The park was neither big nor small. As in Goldilocks, it was just right. Right for the city and correct and proper for its residents.

By ten o’clock, I’d been staring into my half-full wine glass so long that the waiter was getting antsy. He probably thought I was a

I want to ride bikes together. I want it so badly. I want to ride back and forth over the little bridges that cross Canal

He reaches toward me, his fingers hitting the silver band on my finger which clicks  against his wedding band. His touch warms my clasped hands.

I was on a Mediterranean cruise with my wife. We’d had a huge fight the night before we docked in Civitavecchia, so in the morning