Waiting for the Storm


I see you coming South, to the bay. Come, make your way. I’m not scared. I’m waiting. Come, close the distance. Soft licks of air, cool fingers. Come. I breathe you, taking velvet steps toward you, like a cat. I’m here where you can see me, here where you can have me, and I feel you coming… and the clouds roll up beneath us and thundering, you roar…. smashing open the sky and even heaven is crying as we shake the last hours from this day and feel our rain of tears disappear as they fall.


Last night in my dreams, I had drawn a tropical storm. Dark, menacing beauty. Gusts of charcoal rendered paper houses ripped and torn.

Then…combing my hair with my fingers. Ribbons of light in a darkened room.

“I have to leave soon.” he said. I already knew. “We could write” he began.

I touched my hands to his lips, “Sssh…” and the blue-grey cotton of his shirt, already feeling him gone.


Years later. “It was never going to last. We were young.”

“We don’t know that.” he whispered into the phone.

Murder at Beare Park

Summer rain over the bay. Lit by a pale amber street lamp, drops fall like sequins past my window. Suddenly a MAGNIFICENT BOLT OF HORIZONTAL LIGHTNING over the water obliterates for several seconds a passing ship and cast an electric-pink glow across the underside of the clouds above. I’ve never seen lightning behave that way.

To think… this day I felt so tired…. drained and uninspired. I sensed the sidewalk stained with unrealised hopes and desires of my fellow city workers. Wondered if I too would melt away….leave my story unfinished another thousand days.

ANOTHER PURE WHITE SLICE ACROSS THE SKY! Exquisite violence! AND AGAIN THE SKY IS SHAKEN WHITE..Beare Park, bright as day, 8.52 at night.

Pouring down now. Massive thunder rolling in from the sea, frightens poor dogs.
JESUS CHRIST THAT WAS LOUD!!!!!! THUNDER CLAP DIRECTLY OVERHEAD. ALMOST IMMEDIATELY THE SKY ABOVE THE BAY FLASHED WHITE AGAIN AND THERE WAS A SOUND LIKE…..3 GUN SHOTS one after the other, which caught me off-guard and I screamed! No, really! Was that thunder? Lightning? What the hell WAS that?