Riley loved to make people laugh.
One of his favorite jokes was to kiss the container of applesauce I packed
in his lunch over and over again and declare,
“Applesauce, I love you! I love you so much I want to marry you!”
His friends in class would laugh.
He would keep on kissing the applesauce
until he was sure that there was no more laughter.
So when you pick an apple off this tree, think of Riley.
And if you really love a particular fruit or vegetable
don’t be afraid to show it, even unabashedly kiss it
and proclaim your everlasting love and intent to marry it!
Even if people might look at you a little funny and wonder
why is that boy or girl kissing an eggplant?
Think of Riley and just go for it.
Maybe you will make someone laugh.
I know Riley would have.
Dedicated In Loving Memory to
July 28th, 2004 – March 7th, 2011
My train of thought
derailed by something so simple
as the movement of a foot.
Where was I?
Telling you again
I would be there through it all.
I meant it.
I felt it.
I defined it in my actions.
Then a woman stood
to get her laptop from the overhead bin
and I was gone. That quickly.
Where was I
sliding into my 50s, aware now
of the signs, looking for slips
of the tongue, forgotten keys.
We must watch for these things
as decades pass and the time
comes round again where I may wonder
where you are.
L.K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish
I canʼt lose my sparkle,” she says.
“It draws people to me,
gives me my edge.
Itʼs the stress;
Iʼm afraid itʼll suck me dry.”
“Youʼll never run out,” I tell her,
Queen of Sparkle!”
She smiles the same
smile that captured
my lips that
day in the pool when
she rocked me,
hands caressing my ass,
her sparkling breasts
flush up against me,
soft pillows, pressed into
For Angela Blessing, with love from
“Memory … is the diary that we all carry about with us.”
– Oscar Wilde