The Story

I ran into him out front of the store and
we talked out on the sidewalk and
it was cold because it is
always cold here at this time
of the year.

We made small talk like
people do when they don’t see each other
very often anymore and
we were both agreeable and
smiled a lot more than usual.

He asked how my father was and
I realized it really had been a long time since we
caught up like this.

“I haven’t seen him in 8 years and
it is best that way,” I replied.
There was an awkward silence as
he too realized it had been a really long
time and
we went on for only a minute longer and
he reached his hand out and I shook it and
as we walked away with our back to each other
I couldn’t help but think that
his scarf wrapped his neck
like a hug.

… Enjoy!

The Story
I remember we were walking
down the sidewalk and
it was sunny and
he was telling me
that his heart was broken and
it had never been as broken
as it was at that moment and
he said it hurt so bad
that tears were falling
from his
heart.

The Story
This is a portrait of a man who
sometimes forgets about the path
that he took to where he is.

This is a portrait of a man who
remembers small details about
moments that no longer mean
anything to anyone.

This is a portrait of a man who
just wants time to slow down
so that he may enjoy every moment
of it just a little bit more.

This is a portrait of a man who
paints a portrait of man who
is not so different than
himself.

Enjoy!

The Story
I had written a lengthy story
to go with this painting and it was
about art and
meaning and
the creative process and
struggle
and
it was just
crap.

This time
it is
just about
the figure and
the colors and
the woman and
the tree and
the green and
the lines and

these words
are only
an introduction.

… Enjoy!    

All The Good Dead Composers

The Story
ll the good
dead composers
could read this and
all the good
dead composers
could craft beauty
to this but
all the good
dead composers 
don’t have anything
on
the living

no matter
how good
their notes are
arranged
in history.

… Enjoy!    

We Are All Here And That Is Just How It Is.
by Keemo

It Is There That I Will Retreat
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It has turned cold here and
I can hear the window screen rattling as
the wind blows through it and
the leaves on the trees hum like
they hum
when fall is here and
it dark much earlier and
soon living things will turn.

They always do.

I am already searching for the sun and
as I prepare for my 37th Michigan winter
I know that warmth is found in places
that are much closer than the sun and
in her hand it will be warmest and
it is there
that I will retreat.

I always do.

 …Enjoy!

So Far Away From That Moment

I couldn’t sleep last night. This is not unusual so I got up and went downstairs and the tiles on the floor in the kitchen were cold under my bare feet because it is winter and and it was 4:14 AM. Out the window I could see that snow was falling down in huge, slow flakes and standing at the window, in the blue light of the streetlamp, the street was silent and the house was silent and I was silent and I just looked out and went over things and thought about people and places and words and events and the past and the future and how sitting there in the dark looking at the reflection in the glass, I had no real connection to any of it. It all seemed so far away from that moment, in the dark. Eventually, the snow stopped and so did my daydreams at the window and I walked back up the stairs, still disconnected from everything. Enjoy!