Stories, poetry, narratives of true experience, and guests who have moved me.
I diddle away here when maybe I should be washing the dishes vacuuming the floor going for a walk in the false spring fighting for a cause helping the poor letting God see i'm paying my debt even though he knows it's just appeasement somewhere in the Bible there's a story about a rich man … Continue reading the diddler
we were freshly married maybe only weeks or months you were doing dishes but knew I was in the kitchen I came up behind you encircled your waist kissed the skin just below your ear you screamed, seemingly in fear and shrunk away, dropped a plate I felt stabbed, perplexed asked what was the matter … Continue reading something happened
I sit on the edge of the bed pull on the socks, jeans, suspenders, shirt while the dumb animal lays out flat on the covers after it's followed me from the breakfast table to the shower to the bedroom it's my number one fan, you know cocks its head slightly to match my vision's angle … Continue reading my number one fan
we, both of us awake from the blessed sleep after death's embrace the fluids of Heaven's womb drain from our eyes and ears we lie we look our breath upon each other a perfume we hear, in gentleness, a sighing soothing cacophony we smell grass, fresh after a rain we stand, with lightness of mind … Continue reading Hand in hand
you do not understand do you even want to? when you look at me with derision in your glance and say get off that shit snap out of it what is wrong with you and I snap, but not out of it and say thank you for your support now fuck off a terrible terrible … Continue reading thanks for your support (*Graphic)
in February's frozen spring i came across a curious thing a solitary sapling in the sun it looked as if 'twere shivering with papered leaves a-quivering and the wind imparted voices to each one i thought its spindly arms were bare until i heard the chattering there and spied the little curlicues of brown and … Continue reading Young man, old man
somethin' dirty somethin' bad somethin' insidious bought with the coin of weakness is losin' its grip on little old me ah, I can feel it tentacle by tentacle prong by prong sinew by snapping sinew is it gonna go quietly? not a chance. it bellows and hollers in my dreams. but I analyze those cries, … Continue reading rebirth
hey Joe better take that shower this morning, huh? people are gonna see you today. careful, don't move too quickly in there you'll make your old head spin and after all, those are glass doors. hey, how come that shave didn't hurt this morning as it did yesterday? same blade, same hot water, same shavin' … Continue reading Hey Joe
What a beautiful piece.
I know what you must think
When you see my barren limbs.
You see an old tree that looks dry and wasted.
It’s true that my leaves had fallen, seemingly, never to return
And the bloom of my youth is a fuzzy dream that
Floats on the edges of memory.
Aw, but you are wrong! I am far from dead!
And I’m not just any tree, I was chosen for a special purpose!
I know that somewhere out there I have not been forgotten.
So sit awhile with me and if you listen,
With more than ears, I will tell you a story.
I will tell you about my girl.
I remember it was a bright spring morning,
And my friends, the birds, were just stirring from my branches.
When, suddenly, they leapt to the air in a flurry of fright
As a man climbed onto one of my great…
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One woman’s point of view on the guns in school question…..
I went into teaching because I am relatively non-confrontational. Now, talk to my brother and he’ll tell you that I started everything when we were children. That’s probably correct. I can’t remember. Doesn’t matter. I’m not a kid anymore.
I’m an almost 46 year-old woman with two biological children and at least a hundred adopted. I believe in compassion and goodness. I believe in random acts of kindness. I believe in saying my mind when I see something or someone beautiful. I know that this might be weird. But if I see a beautiful person, I am going to say something. We live in a world saturated with unkindess, or at least we could. But not on my watch. Not in my corner.
I just finished teaching the Holocaust. I made a point of talking about people who chose compassion and goodness over atrocity and evil. My biggest regret right…
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