Monthly Archives: January 2018

I was asked about you today, asked to consider your beauty your charm. It was the first time I assessed you in some time and I have found you wanting. I’m sure you’ve changed in no way and it is … Continue reading →

There are no words to say anymore. They have all been said long before. We wait alone forevermore for something new for which to live. I had lost the will to speak prior to our fortune’s leak and dwindled joy … Continue reading →

August 1958, his station wagon parked on a gravel road in Cary, Illinois, the man sat. He’d been seen acting drunk at the staff party in Chicago. He never did that. He’d left his wife Dorothy hours before and had … Continue reading →

For the holidays she gave me a painting one from her heart a piece she had imagined then sketched and finally painted putting thought into action idea into art. She painted me a painting, a considerate gift from a caring … Continue reading →

I know what I’m supposed to say how I should act at least in this instance but for the life of me I can’t stand straight and fly right. Knowing the thing to do is not always enough to be … Continue reading →

When you don’t believe what do you live for? If for you there is no higher power then what directs your days? How do you keep going without some sort of faith? You gotta have faith, don’t you? I’m genuinely … Continue reading →

You can thank Able and Linn for chlorinating the water saving millions of lives and you can thank Edward Jenner for eradicating smallpox providing five hundred million with continued life or Norman Borlaug for feeding a quarter billion with some … Continue reading →

I wrote this when my father caught cancer. He was fighting for his life against his own body and I felt so helpless and had to find some way to take control of the chain of events and I couldn’t … Continue reading →

She wore yellow a long flowing hippie skirt and one of those tight angora sweaters, the kind that just compels you to reach out and pet it. The sweater was striking and so was she and while we’d spoken a … Continue reading →

After we parted I didn’t get into a fight with those four jerks who called me some kind of a clerk. I didn’t break any bones or lose any blood or soil any shirts or any other particles of clothing … Continue reading →