PEAR closes out his part of April The chimney in the attic, Rose quite naturally to the Chimney above, but there was Nothing natural about the last Six feet of stone and plaster in Side the house.Likely built in 1815 – two centuries ago, the Composition Of the mortar, paste, or stucco wasn’t Anything…

PJR Perseverates She fell hard, and Bean was there While she slipped, confidently, careening To the floor, doorstop in mouth, and Then bleeding while I cleaned up the Mess and she cried not knowing why Or what happens next. The blood was Jarring, honestly, while Ian cleaned it To the…

PEAR reflects He found a family heirloom in a cedar chest – upstairs. Passed down by forebears willingly Though they were not aware That what they had bequeathed was timeless – measureless but strong: Not knitted, welded, nor assembled, Made to linger, long. He showed the unimpressed descendants What the ancestry had…

PJR Saddles Up Well-water based, the farmhouse Adjacent to a golf course down the Road. Moyers over swamp (the Way that moyers do) if I’m to tell The truth, I don’t know what it is That moyers do. But I assume it’s Something in the realm of prudent Barriers. We’d set the place up with All the cans from decades past you can Imagine. Imagine having confidence to Walk across the ceiling beams, a ladder Leading to 6 reasons to balk your way Up, above an ancient cement lip. We Jumped onto junk, hoarded multi-decade Mattresses from nothing more than a Pre-Civil War, former, planted storage room Hay-door, launched from tip-toes out of our brick-glazed flipped encampment. My feet hit the ground soundlessly as Jackie pulled at the dinner bell.

PEAR talks of moments and memories. We acquiesce as ember's cool to understudy duties, dousing fame by staying in the wings that do not fly, and stoking fire in the pit that cannot burn, by blowing smoke --- provoking tears as time itself burns fast and free. We hope those we nurture find the…

ICR There was this one time and unfortunately only for me, as most of my things go, you found me. Which sounds peculiar to say being that I was at your apartment and I had your key. But that day, though it may not be for you, was the day I knew I'd ask you to marry me. The range hood light lit the kitchen I laid in and you walked in. My daughter left me today to her mom's screaming not to let her go. I want it known. I have never. Will never. Not ever let her go. But this was her moms day so she did go. There was a cup in my hand and a wine glass close by. "I had all your vodka too. you can kill me if you want to."

ICR up to the plate I'm not lost. The problem isn't that when you walk through the room room, the water still reflecting the sun as it falls from your best uncovered skin that your body isn't the exact shape I could have ever wanted a song a breath a smile a deeper deeper breath. it's that I'm perfectly afraid you're everything I could have ever wanted.

PEAR keeps it rolling Her name was Melanie, and then I thought That I might cast a stronger, swarthy pose By adding expletives and vulgar oaths To what this proper 12-year-old had brought To bear on manliness and swagger. Her head was covered, and her simple clothes - A homespun dress, with earthy hues …

PEAR Hangs up the sneaks In my prideful moments, swimming in the sweat, Were rivulets too of acknowledgment. I was 42 years old, and mostly short and squat. But I had run with some local greats – The Beasleys and the Laceys – the Carter boys – Some of whom were part…