Monthly Archives: March 2017

What if I’d decided to take Buddy for a hike, before I’d left? What if you’d misplaced your car key? What if you hadn’t been there when I arrived? What if I hadn’t tumbled into your eyes? What if you … Continue reading →

My memories are old songs, with a few forgotten words, long silent pauses. Trying to sing them creates unanswered questions: Who said that? What? Where did that happen? When? How? And the worst: Why? But the melodies, foggy, though remembered, … Continue reading →

I grow fonder of living as I grow older. The grinding of teeth over a miss-perceived slight, the awful vicissitude of some angry fight, “the slings and arrows…”, mellow into occasional moans as I push my body up from my … Continue reading →

When He said, “It is good”, did He mean all of it, including the temptation: the apple, snake and tree? If it wasn’t All Good. why declare it so? Was it a mistake? If He is mistaken, He isn’t God. … Continue reading →

Before the serpent, slithering in that tree, hissed his seductive melody, Adam and Eve would stumble on its roots as they strolled by, listless in Eden, listening to the syllabant whispers in the leaves. After its sweet apple soured in … Continue reading →

Dear Miss O’Malley. I know you always say WRITE ABOUT WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT. but I’m only 3d grade. That doesn’t give me much stuff to write about. 8 years isn’t a lot of time to know a lot of … Continue reading →

I know. It’s 60 degrees outside. I sat on the back deck at 4PM dressed in pants and a light shirt. The snow’s all gone. There’s a robin pecking the soil. But Mother’s a sly old bitch and we have … Continue reading →

Let me call you “Sweetheart”, I forgot your name… Early onset dementia is the thing to blame… So, please, let me call you “Sweetheart”, It’s the only thing you can do. For I’m so sorry, “Sweetheart”, but, I can’t remember … Continue reading →

IQ is proportional to proximity to idiots. The closer, the lower. Stupid, ignorant fools swirl in whirlpools, black holes, sucking away, point by point, intelligence. The further one flees from screwballs, the more points are added to the score. Run … Continue reading →