Tag Archives: Ben Rasnic

Winter Scene

Unforgiving Chinook winds vibrating barren branches, bereft of vitality. Garden remnants, snapdragons and geraniums concede a downward trajectory beneath the rising onslaught yet a chunk of deadwood, a fallen pine branch provides a comfortable perch for a red cardinal pondering … Continue reading

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The Retro Heart

I keep my distance as if the heart monitored a “No Vacancy” marquee; no room for one-night stands nor hospitality suites for weary travelers and the baggage they carry. Yet there will always remain a sentimental space reserved for beds … Continue reading

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All in the Family

Nothing shames more than as a child the sight of two male adults assisting your passed out drunk father through the front door entrance after he drove into a ditch in front of the house other than the sight of … Continue reading

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Clouds

billowing like cotton candy, parade the Maryland sky like a universal Rorschach test. From my lounge chair, connected the dots to form an elephant with one eye, Walt Whitman’s beard and a lion’s mane, torso and tail without a face. … Continue reading

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Thoughts on Growing Old

Inevitably, time ravages everything; hair thins, thoughts dangle in mid-, eyes fade, face droops, muscles decline & atrophy, stomachs swell, breasts sag. It’s all too gradual and therein lies the pain. Would rather be doused by a quick bucket of … Continue reading

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Big Pockets

Explosion in the Gulf, eleven lives disintegrate from Deepwater Horizon. Headlines across America burst into orange and black mushroom flames. Fish carcasses and tar balls beach along the coastlines of five states, arrive before half-naked tourists converge to stake claims … Continue reading

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Bully

Some of them carried pocket knives, cruised the neighborhoods posturing for a fight; tortured small animals for kicks. One would flash me the peace sign then ram his fingertips between my ribs; leave me sprawled on the ground, helpless, gasping … Continue reading

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