Poetry

by phillip gillis I. there was: no bell for the final day of school... no celebration among children in the neighborhood... no goodbyes or until next years... no demarcation between this season and that... II. there was: the family (sometimes on the other end of a computer screen) not within arms reach or the firm grasp of a hug but ...

by phillip gillis the store felt... different. yellow numbers- once vibrant-painted on the uneven concrete floor- stretched the length of the building (chipped and tattered). painted by a grandfather repainted by a son rerepainted one last time by a grandson every five feet- once measured wire- once measured chain- once measured rope- now lay lifeless covered in dust. “If you ...

by phillip gillis The window looked out over the pond… frozen. slightly. but alive. fish beneath the surface, home for the winter, reluctantly ventured out. A call at 5 am on a cold December morning meant one thing and an unscraped road was perfection. the hood of a car was not just a hood- however a trash can lid worked ...

by phillip gillis I. “Summers” the yellow bar stretched across the driveway (it was actually more rust than paint). blocked the entrance for a few more hours under the moonlight. weeds edged up near the gravel path. the sign read Last week of the summer. Pool opens at 9 in the morning. the boys laughed as two hopped over the ...

https://happyendingspublications.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/Vol-2/InPerson/inPersonByPhillipGillis.mp3 by phillip gillis Where a doorway between two pharmacies, once led to Oz in the mind of a child, now leads to Diagon Alley in the dreams of his children, might lead to something or someone or somewhere or… Where you could rent a movie- (comedies in the front and horror movies up the ramp in the back) or ...

  ...notions by phillip gillis I. open the door like your mama taught you you’re welcome thank you please go see your grandma and grandpa tomorrow yes ma’am yes sir romance-not courting-but dating i and love and you family reunion in the supermarket between the apples and tomatoes tell your mama i said hey disheveled hair and a confused look ...

they are waiting… phillip gillis   A baby- cooing on her mother’s lap- waiting on a world of hopes and dreams... and promise. the world stands ready before her (arms open) her legs flailing and dancing in the air in anticipation of what this next year holds.   A couple, sometimes in (and sometimes out) of love, stand waiting. champagne ...