I’ve been thinking a lot about my mom lately; she passed away in November, 2010. This is for her. when I was five and life was a song of excitement and innocence the world was full of mystery and I had never felt the pain of hurt or loss of any kind and then one day a playmate pushed me right off the swing you picked me up brushed me off told me not to cry ‘mommy,’ I said, ‘it hurts’ when I was sixteen and in love for the first time to a young Cuban girl I felt like an adult doing adult things dates and kissing and groping and late-night phone calls with the cord stretched and twisted through the house and under my door and then one day she left me for another teenage crush and I felt world-ending anguish burning, hot, consuming as only a teenager can feel them you held me close told me I’d be ok ‘but mom,’ said I, ‘it hurts.’ when I was thirty-five at the end of my marriage holding on to it with desperate and futile hands trying to be a good father to my sons who put me on a pedestal high enough to rival the gods I fought depression […]
Continue readingThe Perfect Valentine’s Day Dinner
February 14, 2011 
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Carey and I celebrated Valentine’s Day yesterday. Valentine’s Day is a special day for me because it is the first holiday Carey and I ever celebrated together. We started dating December 27th of 2007, were apart on New year’s Eve, and so Valentine’s Day was the first opportunity I had to celebrate a holiday […]
Continue readingIf You Could Only See
August 18, 2010 0 Comments
If You Could Only See If you could only see inside of me when I push you away use my anger to fuel a stubborn desire; when I sulk behind steamy eyes that dare anyone to start something with me – I’m begging for your laughter and your smile If you could only see behind […]
Continue readingCarey Has a Blog!
April 9, 2009 3 Comments
The love of my life apparently feels that I exaggerate and am not 100% honest in my blogs; especially when I describe how she smacks me in the back of the head or uses her laser-like sarcasm as she trods me underfoot. She has created her own blog to refute my “blatant exaggerations” and to […]
Continue readingWhat Happy Couples Argue About
January 28, 2009 1 Comment
Carey and I are blissfully happy as we live our life, plan a marriage, and just love each other and our family. Still, every couple has their disagreements and Carey and I are no exception. In our time together we’ve never had a fight, we’ve never raised our voices to each other, and we’ve certainly […]
Continue readingA Pun is the Highest Form of Humor
July 7, 2008 0 Comments
I just wanted to share one of the 10 million reasons why I am so head over heels for Carey. This conversation is taken from memory, as much as possible, from last night as we lay in bed: Ron: I’m really excited about writing again. I’ve had a story idea running through my mind all […]
Continue readingPoets and Thieves
June 10, 2008 1 Comment
between each sunset and sunrise,in those dark hours in which only poets and thieves thriveI have wrestled not with mydemonsnor have I allowed mysomnolent eyes lure me to sleepI have labored in thesenocturnal hourswith the notion of trying todiscoverthe perfect expression ofwhat I feelfor you The oft over-used wordbandied about gaily, freely,and withoutconsequenceby those very […]
Continue readingA Small Fish
January 12, 2008 1 Comment
a small fishtrappedat thebottomof a scum-covered pondmight, just might,understand how I feelwhen you talk to meor even simplysmile at meit’s as if thesunhas broken throughthe algae blanketand cast it’s light upona cold and lonelyunderwater tableaugone too long in darkness;warm light andbrilliantimages take my breathawaybecause I know that Icrossed your mindif only for a momentlike the […]
Continue readingTossing and Turning
December 30, 2007 1 Comment
two in the morningis a terrible time to think –each second of the clock torments me;the silence between eachtick s t r e t c h e sinto infinity –thejackhammerof eachmechanizedmovement assaults me with near-deadlyforce. a slight displacementin the darkness andshe accommodates my newposition –her lithenaked formpressed firmly against memy body reacts withpredictable response I […]
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The Binary Biker 