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Dear Sirs and Madam: Here I’ve been, curled up on the couch, spying on the lawn, admiring the bushes and trees. What you might expect. Yes, it’s the same yard where the robin incident occurred, Continue reading The Lunacy of Time
Twirling mystic in skirts of gossamer gold– In the trees— There like sea-weed monster draped through boughs and static-crisp air, Tepid, electric-blue air to drench my tongue, to spark my eyes electric! Oh, like neon-soup Continue reading Skirts of Gossamer Gold
It was a bone-cold morning, and Ruthie Capella felt life was simply too cruel. It had stolen from her yet another decent night’s sleep. She pulled at the railing in the subway car, hardly remembering Continue reading The Delay at the Crossing
Laslo dazzles his mother. At breakfast with the pall bearers, she wore a long, black brocade. Numbly she twines the purse strap ’round knotted fingers, as once she did the dark, ropy curls of her Continue reading Laslo Dazzles His Mother
My brain told me to write this. So, we start with a love for stories and the art of storytelling. To enjoy more of what we love, we learn to read—and because we love stories Continue reading When A Writer Reads
Into an aqueduct, over and over the edge The travel runs deep. From the gallows our blended souls flow in streams – a wish for the glade, a want Yet we serve no great purpose, Continue reading Wet Perfidy
“Where have you gone off to?” said the father, a widower, as he opened Lilly’s door. There on the bed sat Lilly, sucking on her thumb, her pink taffeta dress spread like an Elizabethan ruff. Continue reading The Parable of the Kitty
The stitches were frayed only every inch or so, Josh concluded, as he picked at them with his fingernail. He wondered what it took to unstitch a car. But even that was boring. He had Continue reading Upside-down Boy and the Wishing Star
It’s midafternoon and dark in here. An electric fan drones in the open window and funnels the summer heat through. The one on my right sits in an easy chair wrapped in a plaid robe. Continue reading Afternoon at a Friend’s House with The Tide Coming In (Circa 1995, A Juxtaposition Piece)