Monthly Archives: August 2017

I believe we’ll all be naked through Eternity. Gone will be the concealing hair-suit cloaks of iniquity! I mean, hell!, that’s the way the Creator created us! Nude as new born babes! Ah! Paradise! Not just “unashamed, at last”, but … Continue reading →

Mabel and I were doing our daily pool walk, crossing back and forth in the shallow end, back and forth, Mabel complaining about her husband, Ralph, I, laughing about Charles’ – quirks, (lying through my teeth…) back and forth, back … Continue reading →

Voyager celebrates today her 40th year in flight from billions of miles out in interstellar space. In 40 more years, not having slowed: ten miles a second! she will be billions more. But I can catch her still, for the … Continue reading →

I grow old. My teeth chew sand to say it, like Quints fingernails across that chalk board. I said,”I grow old.” Not “I’m getting older”. That’s for a 17 year old to say as he stretches for the day he … Continue reading →

When my mind caught up to my body I began to choose my fate, and I choose the “small and narrow” for my road to Heavens gate. But before to long I felt it, that sirens call I’d hear and … Continue reading →

Mother, brought up, trapped, between her Irish-Catholic Father who abused by never caring and her careless, Norwegian-Adventist Mother for whom Mom was, at best, a nuisance, learned a little from the secret whispers among the women in the shops and … Continue reading →

the little lost boys who remember what couldn’t have happened, but did, that, like little boys are to wanton, predator priests: they fuck us for their sport, I remember, now, there on the dock on City Island, on Long Island … Continue reading →

Protect us not, O’ God from the vigor of Your blessings. Buffet us with the wind of Your Word. Drown us in Your laughter’s joyous tears. Astound us with Your power through all our earth-bound years. Then, coffined in ever … Continue reading →

I remember. I remember what I remember. Science is discovering how I remember. But, why, do I remember ? Why do I remember her saying, “I will be your holy virgin and your whore.” ? Why do I remember, instantly, … Continue reading →