drmstream[writing]

When nature wreaks destruc­tion, ele­ment con­fronts ele­ment. In the after­math, the residue lingers and hard­ens. Burnt wood defies decay. Ash wafts in the air. The insis­tence of fresh growth encum­bers the raw skele­tons with igno­rant radi­ance. When man wreaks destruc­tion, fear begets fear. His heart seeks out a hard shell, his hands crave indus­try, his mind […]

The woods ran up to the edge of the pond and every Spring the snow melt would reveal old trees that had crashed to the ground in the Win­ter freeze. We would pick our way around the sod­den husks, pull rot­ten rot­ten branches loose and talk about which trunks would dry out firm and hard […]

  There are images that stay fresh and imme­di­ate years after they first occur to you. These are the images that tell you how you see the world. Metaphoric leit­mo­tifs. They are words but they are so real that we don’t rec­og­nize them as words. Our wiring fires and takes us out of the time Now. […]

  After spend­ing a year at a casual lit­tle place called The Red Feather School, I was sent off to pub­lic shool for sec­ond grade. It didn’t take long for the grown-ups at the school to take note of the kid who was always a cou­ple of beats off, looked con­fused and offered answers that were […]

I love you with every piece of my being. I’m inside you all the time. I am strong because you are strong. I see beauty because you are beau­ti­ful.  I can be open and gen­er­ous because you hold my heart gen­tly. You but­tress the peo­ple around you. I want you to know that I will but­tress you, I […]

Part IV: I Know I’m Los­ing You — Once?  You fucked her one time!  Just once?  You fucked her just once?  A lit­tle whore and you stuck your cock inside her and just once is sup­posed to mean some­thing?  Like that makes you a good guy?  Maybe that’s why you’re telling me its just once, because […]

This isn’t our nor­mal Mother’s Day. I didn’t get to the card store. We had to go to Ken­tucky to the Derby. We missed my niece’s First Com­mu­nion. The boys keep falling down while we’re gone and send­ing us texts with pho­tos of their ugly bruises. When you wake up this morn­ing, I want you […]

Part III: I Know I’m Los­ing You — Your love is fad­ing. — What? — I can feel your love fad­ing. It’s fad­ing away from me. — You don’t sound very orig­i­nal, Adam. — I’m not. — What is it then? — I thought you’d know. — Don’t give me a hard time. — The Temp­ta­tions. I played it for you the […]

  –I’ve got to make a polit­i­cal car­toon, the sixth-grade boy says to me.  I’m going down­stairs. I’m fid­dling with my iPad and half-watching the end of the US Open.  I’m just happy that he didn’t rope me into work­ing on the assign­ment and that he’s going down to the play­room alone.  Some­times he gets […]

- When you found me, you rec­og­nized me. –What do you mean? –You know who I am. — No, what do you mean, When I found you? — You found me. — We found each other. — But I wasn’t look­ing for you to find me. I was look­ing to find some­one. I just didn’t know what it would mean. — I […]