Monthly Archives: March 2016

Where is Osamas soul now? Secure in Allahs arms? Burning in eternal flames? Sitting under some tree some where, sipping lemon tea, speaking freely with Bolivar, Lenin, Stonewall, Gandhi, Ho Chi Min, Che and other jihadists who fought with all … Continue reading →

Magnolias mired in mud after the sudden spring storm. Pink blossoms, shredded, strewn like lungs, fingers, eyeballs of boys blasted by the freak quirk of battle. At least pity the petals, for the world won’t care to halt the horror … Continue reading →

Jarring jolt to meet you, suddenly in some public place, a stop-n-shop, a bank lobby, a Cold Stone store. Our moments are personal, planned, etherial, of another world, private sabbaticals. Not of the merchants. Not of the others.

When something hangs heavy over your head, it isn’t only heavy over your head. It’s wrapped tightly around your throat so you can barely breath, your lungs getting just a cup of the gallons of air you need. The weight … Continue reading →

Surprise!!!! We don’t give a 3 year old a Happy Birthday party, piled high with enough presents to bury the toddler 3 times over for nothing. Know why we do it? Because we’re 3 years older since she was born … Continue reading →

What matters about the pool is where you play. Wade, sedately, in the three foot section, splash, tentatively, in navel high water, grasp, tightly, the floating line marking the slope into twelve foot depths, duck under the rope, venturing into … Continue reading →

I don’t think Dad was senile while he chased women at the nursing home. Women: Nurses, Patients, Visitors, Mirages. I think he just enjoyed the chase, until, finally, the nice night nurse Nancy put on her Nikes and ran Dad … Continue reading →

Everybody has a family exactly like mine. You know it. Where Grandma Rose and Grand Aunt Gen would love to get at each others throats, but, age crippled from toes to noses and so senile they wouldn’t remember what to … Continue reading →

We each need our own God. Xeroxed epiphanies create talibans and nazis. Why would Divinity need reproductions? Billions of stars create the bright night sky. I will worship my personal crystal of fire. In life times, I will have just … Continue reading →

Dark tree shadow on moon glow snow, a midnights full moon is but a ricochet of the suns light from the other side of earth, like a buddha or a christ, blurred mirror epiphany of progressive divinity, worshiped, revered, beloved, … Continue reading →