Being alone, one grows accustomed to loneliness.


A.D. turns on the radio in the living room as he makes dinner.

The voices, telling their jokes, laughing,

Makes it seem like he is cooking for three instead of one.


F.R. sits down to polish her spoon collection once more.

It is the third time this month.

“They just get so dirty, they need alot of attention.”

She has spoons from 15 states.

One day she hopes, she will have one from all fifty states.  One day.


W.E. sits down at her computer.

She goes to Facebook where she has 122 friends.

Not one of them has she ever invited into her home.


He is afraid of the silence.

She is afraid to go out.

She is afraid of her neighbors.

They fear real connections.

They fear real conversations.


They live their lives in quiet regularity.

They live by the clock.

They live by their schedule.

If one thing goes wrong,

Their world shatters

Like a broken fishbowl and they are the fish,

Gasping for air,

Gasping for life,

As hope rushes from them.


And they are forced to deal with the loneliness of their own solitude.





About oxrider

Mr. Winter has written novels, books of poetry and short stories, and books on acting. He has written over three dozen plays, winning the S.C. Playwright’s Festival. His inventive theatrical work has been seen in the US and Europe. A.F. Winter has been acting, teaching, and directing, for over 30 years. He created a theatre which worked with at-risk youth giving them positive alternatives in their lives. Please visit his website at View all posts by oxrider

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