Monthly Archives: April 2024

I fell for her like a broken elevator. I broke for her like a fallen elevator, too. I don’t think that I’ll allow myself to break that way again, I’m telling you. But I’m lying to myself, like I always … Continue reading →

The ads tell me what to think until I swallow that first drink and then I realize what to know until the eighth drink makes me throw them all up onto passing cars once I get thrown from favorite bars … Continue reading →

It’s the final countdown. There’s no more to do. We’re reaching the end; we’re just about through. There ain’t more to do. No-way, no-how. We’re just about done. It’s the final countdown! One, two, three, four… Nothing to countdown anymore. … Continue reading →

There were days when there was nothing going on. Just empty days, empty of ideas, absent of real thought. I’m lucky I’m past them now, and things are firing again. There is thought come back to the days and spirit … Continue reading →

Well, she was about ninety seven and her name was something Irish like Devon, when I saw her while trying not to be sedentary. To think I could have gone right on past her, when I checked her out at … Continue reading →

The bowl is receiving liquids from so many separate sources today. The rain, the dog and the pitcher all entering the bowl at different times. Today, I am that bowl.

We are getting soggy. You won’t like us when we’re soggy. You pour us when we’re dry, you add a little milk, so you don’t have us at our absolute driest, but you don’t want us completely drenched, trust me. … Continue reading →

No one thinks they are the bad one but there are outliers to rules. To this, I’ll be the exception. For other rules, I’ll break with tools. To some I may seem truly cruel, while others think of me as … Continue reading →

Change, they say, comes from within. This is most true around gastrointestinal distress, where the change comes from deep within and then is often expressed without loudly. I find the cause of this change from within is sometime from some … Continue reading →

Once again, massaging artistic muscles brings me back to master my rispetto drill. Rhythm with the syllables solves some puzzles Just repeat the process; I may learn the skill. Getting better every week, I could seek excellence that would acquiesce … Continue reading →