Monthly Archives: December 2018

I knew it – when I couldn’t wear the same pajamas from between our seven-fishes-Christmas Eve through presents and ham and cheese on Christmas Morning through Christmas Day Eve when Poppa and Nana and Mima and Pops slept over, had … Continue reading →

With the precision of the Queens Guards at Buckingham, each evolving generation changes the time honored uniforms of the red-coated-beaver-hatted-protectors into a fashion it can live with and yet, still believe in. Pity those who blindly depend upon the discarded … Continue reading →

By Faith, the Harlot Rahab became the essence of purity of which the world has not, even yet, become worthy like the Baptist of his Messiah, of retying the laces of her red, silk-lace, negligee, revealing her alluring breasts and, … Continue reading →

Applaud a merely plausible miracle, say, Life, since all its basic components float around us, snowflakes in a blizzard, making it almost inevitable that, in this rick-o-shaying pinball cosmos, they should meet at the same moment in the same microscopic … Continue reading →

Having lived my allotted three score and ten, looking back becoming a comfortable habit while looking forward adds urgency to each mornings awakenings, I could well live with the assurance of one score more, even another, if Science grows accommodating … Continue reading →

At thirteen, when I invented sex, and gifted it to humanity, I lived to soak my pillow in new made semen by any means available, turning soft cotton sheets into stiff corrugated cardboard, then, joined my first girl friend in … Continue reading →

Intent “doth make stars to shine” so a lusty young lad is led to seduce his lady in a canopied bed and, since a poet, to dream sugary sonnets in the sex-sweat-soaked, muse-whispered-afterglow, or, stars to collide, their solar systems … Continue reading →

Unless we die together, perhaps in the freak derailment of our city bound train rushing to see Rockefeller’s Tree or in some epidemic spawned by too much ebola in the romaine, then one of us, made widower or widow by … Continue reading →

Grabbing a quick lunch at a local bistro, I eavesdropped on two geezers in conversation at a near-by table, speaking loudly, as old folks tend, of dining experiences in other restaurants. One codger reminisced with the bravado of Tet Offensive … Continue reading →

There’s a sugary gentility in Dixie. It’s a lie buttered over to protect the Great Lie. “Colonel, sir! you’ve lost your war. Get on with your peace. Or get you gone.” But the battle-scared Mississippi colonel chose, instead, to sacrifice … Continue reading →