I wanted to say something profound about the past year, about all my accomplishments and wisdom; or, more characteristically of me, about all my miseries and failures; but really I can barely remember the year. I had Covid and wrote some stories. Tonight I just want to close the book softly and lay it aside … Continue reading Goodbye 2021…
Month: December 2021
Happy Birthday, Mr. So&So
A fictional story Do you remember the old church next to the school where I met you? I don’t go anymore, not for many years, but someone told me that there was a feast day celebration, and I realized it was your birthday. I thought to myself, well, if this isn’t auspicious, what is? So … Continue reading Happy Birthday, Mr. So&So
Three days before Christmas
Just a self-indulgent blogger life ramble post, comments disabled so you can feel free to skip. I have nothing left to give, I'm bled dry, I can do nothing but whine. I mean this in the gentlest way possible but I don't want your sympathy, I'm no more important than a whoopee cushion... A whoopee … Continue reading Three days before Christmas
Get your mangers here
A Christmas poem And the angel declared unto us,"Mangers! Get your mangers here!"Be it done unto me, I said, give me a mangerSo I bought myself a mangerIt looked easy enough to assembleAnd I tossed the instructions to the sideSome wooden slats and a few nailsHow hard could it be?But it wasn't very comfortableGave me … Continue reading Get your mangers here
I Never Made Lunch For Mother.
A story I. It is early spring. Sunbeams and a soft breeze drift through the open window and settle on my quilt. Last night’s cup of chamomile tea is half-empty and ice cold. The tea is not the only thing in the room that’s cold. I have just awakened. I lie in bed in the … Continue reading I Never Made Lunch For Mother.
Ranch houses and cherry blossoms
A random poem. Sorry I can't be who you thought I wasI won't say who you wantedBecause I don't knowAnd that's the whole problemYellow ranch house and telephone wiresCrumbling stairsAnd an ancient carI just can't understand itCryptic blossoms, less than one percentCyber distance I still rememberPerplexedBecause I have a cherry treeWith blossomsBut no cherries.
Who the Hell Knows? 