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Certain memories are a favorite pair of old slippers; ragged, tattered, not much to look at, but comfortable in a way nothing new could be once you plucked them from the garbage; second thoughts? hard to part, sometimes, with a never-complaining old friend then again, sometimes it’s best to just let the dog chew ‘em… Read more
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You’ll never know what might have been you’ll never prove what could have been to loudly proclaim what should have been is the greatest of curses self-inflicted by men Read more
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Quiet evening on my couch I fall asleep watching t.v. dozing, I awaken from a dream in which I was watching an old console television from the 60’s the picture was fuzzy, zigzagging, jumping around, unwatchable; in the remote-less era of my fantasy I get up, go to the monolithic set, turn real (silver plastic)… Read more
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Secrets punish. Secrets aren’t kept, they are stashed like loot from the robbery People collect antiques fondly save heirlooms obsess over baseball cards or Hummel figurines Secrets are stashed, hoarded holding their value like so many nuts in a dead-tree nest of a squirrel that ends up as road kill Secrets are not coveted mementos… Read more
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I am a spiritual man I believe stuff. I have read a lot, lived a bunch, experienced much, seen and did things Other people of different places, peoples, cultures old ways and fresh ideas. have always piqued my curiosity Ideas of life, concepts of God, the/a hereafter, meanings of life, purposes for existing. Questions, asked… Read more
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2011 “Give it a sixty- two, Dick. It had an odd beat; could you dance to it?” 2012.1 promises proclaimed vast improvements vowed compliance deferred 2012.2 January’s hope March’s actualities December’s ‘oh-ohs’… Read more
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Resolving, revolving promises made, kept, broken a yearly event spontaneously preordained commitments utterly devoid of promissory intent, overflowing self-mockery filling all potholes on the poorly paved road to hell Resolving, revolving nothing stays the same but the yearly promises to change though attitudes ingrained leave revelatory mandates estranged new year, old refrain Read more
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It’s the week before Christmas as I sit in my chair watching DVD fireplace-flames licking video air the room engulfed with sounds of the season; beloved vinyl (old 33’s) plus trusty cassettes, brand new CDs crackling logs, favorite carols and traditional tunes; the real meaning of Christmas, humorous ones, too; Of Rudolph and Frosty! Bells… Read more
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Old man sits alone park bench, chill wind stainless steel walker appears to cage him in captivity in the outdoors The man twitches oddly, erratically, ever more violently, piquing concern tinged curiosity; Parkinson’s, perhaps? Some other disorder? Should I call 911? Presuming my assistance I walk his way, stop short; beatific smile not evident from… Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 