Monthly Archives: March 2018

“What’s going on?” You tell me what going on. I think you know what’s on my mind. I wish you knew what’s on my mind. I think you’ve got a sense what I have in mind in me on top … Continue reading →

She’d warned me. She said I should call before stopping by, that she might be moved any day now. I figured I’d give it a shot, though, and popped by Dottie’s room which was now occupied by a new patient. … Continue reading →

The little girl I sometimes care for told me about one of her lessons in class today. “There was a handout on poetry,” she said. “Oh,” I smiled, “I know a little something about poetry.” “What?” She asked and I … Continue reading →

The album I am currently listening to is made up of recordings from one of your favorite artists from before you were born but released only recently. It isn’t bad. I think you’d like it if you still played LPs, … Continue reading →

Q. What makes you dance? What is it that inspires you to stand and step and strut and stride all over the floor and do it some more until there’s sweat and blood and sick and gore? What makes you … Continue reading →