Monthly Archives: July 2025

Everyone who was 50 when I was 20 is definitely dead. Everyone who was 60 when I was 50 is probably dead. 50% of my college roommates, (as of last Saturday when Walter wandered away, unexpectedly), are dead. I’ve been … Continue reading →

……a big, eight syllable word meaning “next to nothing”. To “not matter”. To be “of no meaningful substance.” To “be unable to produce any effect on anything”. To ” only take up only the space of only what its mass … Continue reading →

Somewhere out there is a planet where the sun sets in the East and during bright day light, the inhabitants sleep. For them, the dark of night is the right time for living. When all the sharp shades of glaring … Continue reading →

When you avocation is your vocation your life is a vacation! So find your calling before you find your career. And if you want to write poems more than anything else in the whole wide world, but you also like … Continue reading →

I’m not moving anything of hers. Nothing. Not her silk and lace undies, mixed, haphazard, among my boxers, her sexy idea of “Fashionista Foreplay” in the top drawer of my dresser. No, not even her photo on my wicker bed-stand. … Continue reading →

When did the sand in the hour glass cease to be my benefactor, blessing me with bounties, boons made by simply me becoming me, balanced by the running out of time? A first truth about life, discovered but unsought at … Continue reading →

Just because you’re in Special Ed. don’t mean you can’t get a Regents diploma. Dat’s what dey told me. My special Ed teacher, Ms. T. (she’s in the room I goes to for extra help) and the Aid-lady, Mrs. Milano, … Continue reading →