Maria pondered the painting that hung above the sofa in the small apartment she shared with Lincoln.  It was just two people sitting in...

Absence, obscene, obsolete, absolute.   ‘Paint the space that is not’, they said. ‘Express the vase of flowers through the absence of vase’. Like calculating the motion of orbiting stars. I drew the space that is not, and the eye of chocolate cosmos stared out like black punctures in the space-time continuum, collapsing beneath the weight of the denial of their existence.   Are the strokes of my brush now obsolete, now that images bloom from keystrokes? Who am I kidding, they

Presence? Nope Presents? Nope Absents? Nope Sorry folks – too hard. Absence? Absence of words to describe the presence of absence. Easy...

“Hey Siri. What’s the time?” “It’s 9:05.” 9:05! No wonder it’s so warm and bright! How on earth did I sleep until 9:05? I sit bolt...

We waited and waited…and waited and waited. His absence was noted and noted…and noted. Why were we always waiting for him?   His...

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Or - as in my as my former beloved once wittily informed me- ‘Absence makes the fond heart wander’....

Absent Absent Hollow? No. Gone Girl, alone? no, just invisible, not fully present, but mostly, just not. Absent "oustay oo-senta" in...

He sat, a stool staring out across the wide green valley.  Mountains each side creating a V of green amidst almost vertical slopes of rock.  Sheer faces standing over the valley succumbing its existence.  He wandered what had happened in the green Shangrila over its eons?  So many tragedies and glories had been fought for and die here, now part of the soil, enriching the green so bright in the sun it almost hurt his eyes.   He drifted back into memories of past.  The battles