Showing posts with label 2025. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2025. Show all posts

Sunday, November 16, 2025

Kim

"Too bad we don't have the key to these," you said, twirling the handcuffs on your finger.

I was tired. We were tired. We were young. It was a warm afternoon in Scranton. We were both worn out by a grueling week. Nothing happened.

Other things happened after that. You fell out of my life. After that I only heard about you second-hand.

I looked you up, as I do from time to time. I do it with a lot of people I know. See how they're doing. See how they've distinguished themselves.

I knew you were married. Knew you had kids. Knew you had moved out West. Knew you were the editor of a local magazine.

I didn't know you died four months ago.

Cancer. Multiple myeloma. Diagnosed ten months earlier.

Goodbye, Kim. I have regrets, but life is too short for regret. You did well.

Goodbye.


Wednesday, May 28, 2025

Poem: Ghosts of Nanticoke

Diamond's Candy Shoppe, October 30 2004. Closed since 2011.

I can still smell the candy in Caszh's store

sugar and flavorings permeating the air

The meat at Mike Weiss's grocery and butcher shop

where my grandmother would send me to pick up her weekly order

tick book in hand

On the walk to the Tiny Tot playground there was a yard with a gazing ball

that would shine bright as the sun

(twenty years later I bought one of my own)

I remember the day they paved the brick road in front of my grandmother's house

the bricks are still there, you can see them through the potholes

Woolworth's was a place where you could buy a bag of used stamps

Mexican jumping beans

a cheap 35 millimeter camera

and the latest KISS album

I saw Bambi at the State Theater, my first movie

and Star Wars a few years later

Chocolates from Diamond's

Comics from Koronkiewicz's

or MacDonald's newsstand

or Wadzinski's, once or twice

there was a brown and white horse and a bright red boar

that you could ride at the IGA 

Burgers and fries from Carroll's came with a little toy

(My father liked to eat at the Blue Bird sometimes)

The Card Shoppe was an archive of ancient cards and little porcelain statues

Mr. Bohinski would sell the cards at the price marked on them thirty years earlier

and then give a discount on top

while telling me stories of my grandfather courting my grandmother

when he was a foreman at the Duplin Mill

The Leader Store had a chain track system for taking money to the main office

Leventhal's displayed posters featuring the latest menswear styles from the 70s well into the 90s

gone, all gone

homes and vacant lots

empty buildings or new construction

living in memory until they are forgotten

ghosts whose stories will no longer be told

Monday, May 26, 2025

The Flowers of May 2025

I have been trying to observe and photograph flowers in my yard throughout the month of May. Unfortunately, some bloomed and faded before I could get to them, like the Daffodils, Irises, and white Azaleas. Here are the ones I did manage to photograph, arranged from latest in the month to earliest. 


Double Delight rose

Clematis

Blaze rose

Lily of the Valley 

Comfrey (based on a reverse image search)

Royal Highness rose

Rhododendron

Azalea

Buttercup

Violet

Monday, April 21, 2025

Grape Hyacinths, April 19-20, 2025

 




Grape Hyacinths are among the first Spring flowers to make an appearance, blooming after the crocuses, daffodils, forsythia, and cherries. The three images above are from April 19, 2025, of Grape Hyacinths growing under a tree adjacent to my family plot at Saint Mary's Cemetery on Middle Road in Hanover Township, PA. They are tiny things, about two inches (five centimeters) tall, and appear as wildflowers. A few will sometimes pop up around our tombstone itself. Like the ones under the tree, these will eventually get mowed down or weedwhacked by the groundskeepers.



Grape Hyacinths from my back yard, April 20, 2025. These are growing on a hill between a Royal Highness rosebush and a cherry tree. I sought them out as I was heading to have Easter dinner with my cousins. These too will probably be lost in the first lawnmowing this week.