Even confined within these walls . . . If I am a painter living all alone on earth,painting for no … More
Tag: #WriterWednesday
Happy Birthday
What it is important to forget all about is this wish, in what would be your classic bated moment, about … More
Lost
I’m hunting once more, roaming the mysterious interior,farther and farther into the forest of memory, the thicket of heart,traipsing around … More
The Meaning of Family
You may have heard or read this morning’s news reportabout a man in China, kidnapped 24 years agoat the age … More
Double Truths
Now, you say, that, that was true knowledge, the kind unkind if the truth hurts you, a loved one, everyone, … More
The feast before we eat it
Dig in. I would say “amen” as people commonly do at times like this, who practice it seriously, but to … More
A Watched Egg
It is 114 degrees, noon, and I step out onto Langdon, stealthy, my eyes darting everywhere, see someone coming, sit … More
How Writing Works
One day you will write the best thing you ever wrote,you think, hope, each day your prayer, your mantra.For inspiration … More
A Veterans’ Cemetery
These stone tablets grow row on row, symmetrically planted concrete flowers blooming in a precisely laid field as far as … More
Routine Maintenance
The mechanic wipes his hands with a greasy cloth, says, Time breaks down the integrity of any vehicle,which one day … More
When I have fears
in the small hours, fingers interlocked behind my head, I search the hidden ceiling straining to see any star beyond, … More
The Downside of Town
My store is in a part of Chinatown that has so far avoided the magic wand of urban renewal. Take … More
That blade of grass there
the one with brown edges now, is the journeywork of a fading star, our cooling sun’s the one. Really in … More
My Flying Machine
I can’t remember when I stopped dreaming about flying. This recurred often, once a month or more. I would be … More
Spinning
It’s hard,the forever of never.I’d love to stay completely absorbed in the present,but I think of you now and then, … More
Dance with Me
I don’t know who was more against it. We always held each other in vice grips. I waited for the … More
Hunting for a Subject
I was sitting at the Tahitian Lānai piano barwith the actual Surgeon General of the United States,on vacation here in … More
The Lurch (Part Three)
The day— it was night the last time he knew – had gone well. The same routine since he’d retired. … More
Hearing Loss
What’s that you’re saying under your breath,a curse or a blessing for me, you’ve done both well.I’ve grown to known … More
It’s hard to be where you aren’t
Because there’s too much headwind whipping now,too much ocean motion for me to feel your ripples,finger skin tendered soft, how … More
