Monthly Archives: April 2024

The hard stuff happens on Sundays. It’s a long day; we’re both home, no work, a time to relax, time to ponder about each other and wonder just what we’ve gotten into. “Tell me the color of my eyes.” She … Continue reading →

I am a little surprised we have to go through this. I’ve been around for a while, and I expect everyone knows me by now. But if not, I got a lot of ways to say who I am. This … Continue reading →

When we start our atomic devices, let us not begin a chain reaction that destroys all life in the universe! This was a prayer they gave at the time of the Manhattan Project. Maybe not a bad one to continue … Continue reading →

What does distance tastes like? I have wondered, but have no answer. I can tell you what distance does not taste like. It does not taste like the chicken schnitzel you used to make, with the mashed potatoes and gravy, … Continue reading →

I’ve been trying to dig deeper, to understand why me and you seem to be more than us and the truth is I’m not getting to an answer. Maybe for this my soul has nothing but smoke and mirrors, really. … Continue reading →

April told me that the writing would get small but I was too busy living life like I was six feet tall that I ignored her completely – and now, all of her words are just scrawled upon the wall. … Continue reading →

Aashish calls late at night thinking of the diamond days when life seemed shiny and so bright and we lived off of D-rays and snack foods sugared with each bite. How those years were bright and gay! – but in … Continue reading →

I never used to be the sort of adult person who ever thought of others with consideration. See, I used to sneak in free to see the latest movie flick never thinking of the losses to the theater-man’s small dick. … Continue reading →

Hey, today I am easy. I am agreeable. I see the restaurant’s insert and it looks good. I’ll have that. No substitutions. It’s an MOR kind of day. This is not like me, and I must say, I like it! … Continue reading →

If you dip in the ink of the drink in the sink If you breathe in a world once held by Doc Seuss then when asking me how I am, I may wink: I’m as loose as a goose in … Continue reading →