The Muttering River Chapter 4

For the rest of the summer we explored. We explored different areas, riding by bicycle and going for long walks. We had explored each other and learned all about what Bob Seger called, “Night Moves.” 

Silence in the Voices

Is it an omen that the ominous signs seem to be disappearing behind those ominous clouds up in the sky? I close my eyes I listen for His words but all I hear is deafening silence. 

The Muttering River Chapter 3

It was a humid evening and the Rabbi pronounced us man and wife. The river was roaring past us as the sun beat down on the altar and the glass was shattered. 

The Bright Darkness

It's a sense of Independence and knowing and wanting more and more. It's fucking frightening and you sometimes wonder if anyone cares or can ever comprehend what you are going through.

When the time has Run out…

When love is all around, as you are lowered into the ground - what are you feeling? Is it peace or regret?

The Muttering River

The lake was on the other side of the county - I never really went there too often since I felt, in a strange way, that I was cheating on the river by enjoying the lake. Strange since I also felt like I was cheating on Jacklyn by enjoying Sandy.

Frenzied life

Willy Loman, George Costanza, Freddy Goodwell, salesman who lost their way and ended up with nothing, a pole and a legacy erased. Somewhere Howard Beale is opening a window as the king of mice contemplates his next move. T.S. Garp walks through the halls and sees Harpo Marx taking to himself out loud, while Charlie […]

The Muttering River – Chapter 1

I would be hanging out with my friends in the parking lot of the diner, laughing and flirting with the girls and suddenly a blanket would fall over me. I would feel a sense of dread, like a bruise inside of me pulsating...I would go use the bathroom and then find my way to the river.  This happened often and then too often.