It happens in this way – that one day, you come to realize your hand is rested casually upon the burner of a hot stove, and it’s difficult to determine which tipped you off first – the pain, or the noisome aroma of burning flesh. Life is like […]
The following is a work of fiction. I only once saw Frankie emotionally shaken, and it didn’t alter my respect for him; in fact, it reinforced it. We got to talking about a friend of his he’d lost during the war. The guy’s name was Joe Stern, a […]
This is the first substantial bit of writing I’ve done in over a week. That’s unusual for me. I have a habit of writing every day. Many days, I only write to myself or to God, but I always write. For more than a week, my brain’s been […]
I’ve been a lousy blogger (and blog follower) this month. My sincere apologies to my followers. Here is a little Christmasy write I did a few years ago. Merry Christmas all! **************************************************************************************************************** Train doors opened to a cool, dense city air. Charlie heaved a sigh before he dragged […]
Jesus, if you were here with me now, I would hug you fiercely. A day or an hour or ten minutes from now, I might ignore you or jeer you with sarcasm or scream at you in anger, but were you here this second, I would grip you […]
I learned yesterday it is possible to domesticate and train zebras. In fact, they can be made docile enough to trust them in close proximity to young children. Zebras are stunning animals to see up close. They are almost otherworldly, the way their black and white stripes display […]
The Seattle area has experienced some spectacular lightning storms the past two nights. Tonight, I was preparing to take the trash out, and I found myself hoping that one of those spectacular bolts would find it’s way down on me as I plunged into the downpour. Yeah, it’s […]
He gave it to me when I was seven. I know, because I remember bringing it to 2nd grade show-and-tell. It was shinier then – looked more like the treasure I thought it was when he first gave it to me. I suppose I thought at the time […]
There are those who write and those who call themselves “writers”. They’re known to hold quiet celebrations upon learning to describe themselves this way. I’ve come to find the characterization oddly repellent. For me to find pride in being labeled a writer – it feels like developing severe […]
I suppose we never outgrow our tendency to look up. I believe it’s a good thing. True, most of us look up to the wrong things, the wrong images, the wrong people. But looking up is a practice from which we never fully escape; it’s in our DNA. […]
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