An old one: "Coffee on the Curb"

Posted by Dale Wilsey Jr. | Posted in , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Posted on Friday, March 23, 2012

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Coffee on the curb

Late morning.
Early morning?
Not sure which.

No track of time on
unemployed
non-schedules.

The only concept of
passing hours sat
between
light and dark.

I'd been with 
dancing
women.

A few beautiful.
A few bodies
I'd have gladly
loved.

One I had.

Now this.
Walking home.
4 a.m.
6 miles to climb
out
the bottle.

Alone.
No woman.
No god-damned
goodnight
kiss.

An open gas station.
The only stroke of
luck tonight.

I'd wanted
another.

Here I sit.
Two doughnuts.
Lousy coffee.

Cost me half of
what I had left.

Broke.
Alone.
Sipping coffee.

Endless
miles to 
go.


~Dale Wilsey Jr.




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Light-footed along the walkway

Posted by Dale Wilsey Jr. | Posted in , , , , , , , , , , , | Posted on Monday, March 19, 2012

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The doors of the Hilton opened to the street and out I went into the slight bustle of traffic with a tinge of Jack and Coke resting on my mind. Sun shone off the tan bricks as it set, warming everything around me. It was a beautiful day. It wasn't even Spring yet. It was the end of my first full week as a Scranton resident.

It's a new beginning.

Walking along the street, I felt peaceful. I didn't even know I was smiling until I stopped to look at the light filtering through the buildings between Adams and Washington before casting an array of warmth over the courthouse.

It's amazing what a change of scenery can do for the mind. How the longer days filled with sun and brilliance can lift you up. For too long, I've felt burdened. Burdened by stresses, some I brought on myself, and unhappiness with my situation. Now that I've taken the time to change it and get serious about turning new corners and opening new doors, I've never felt better.

My inspiration to write had been lacking. My inspiration to do anything had been lacking. Maybe the change of season has a lot to do with it, but I cannot deny how the other changes have turned things around for me. I feel energized. I feel lighter.

I feel...excited.

Though I'm still settling in and the search for a new job continues, I already feel at home.

It feels good to be home.

           In the world.
             
                             In myself.


Movin' and Shakin'

Posted by Dale Wilsey Jr. | Posted in , , , , , , , , | Posted on Sunday, March 04, 2012

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Photo by Thorsten
Big things are happening. Big things that are keeping me from the pen, the pages, and various other whims lately. There are boxes strewn about the house waiting to be hauled to my new location in Scranton. The move has been long overdue, but it's finally a reality.

Over the past few years, I've grown extremely fond of the Electric City. Born and raised in Tunkhannock, I'm an obvious country boy at times. But big towns and cities fill me with ideas. They spark inspiration through the sites, the people, and their history. Already I feel the ideas piling up inside of my head in anticipation of the move. I can barely sleep at night.

I'll be closer to opportunities. Closer to people I enjoy spending time with. I'll be able to walk out my front door to the building next door and have a coffee in the morning among the chatter of the blossoming day. Or, after a day of work, I can sit down and have a frothy beer perched on a bar stool. 

I'll be able to place my desk next to a window and watch the world as I write. Go for a stroll and peer down streets. Sit in a park and simply watch the world revolve.

It's a change which needed to happen. Doors were open and I refused to walk through before. It's time to shake things up. Stability and stillness only leads to stagnation. I may take a fall. It's a risk I need to take. It's a risk we all need to take to truly live.

Some choose to sit comfortable in one place. 

I want to move and shake.

Here's to walking through new doors.


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