Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
The years are ten since your body died. Fifteen since you fled in spirit. That damn old sharpness and command you had That keen sense of the ridiculous Lost in … Continue Reading The wasting of a mind (a mother known)
S. Francis has penned with eloquence the things that many of us feel, I think, in our golden years. A memorable piece. Follow the author at http://www.sailorpoet.com/
Someone came running. Said come and see. They smiled strangely as we took a shortcut through the hedges, to the roadway. There, a black cat that was mostly flat. Crushed and … Continue Reading Very bad things (graphic)
what is it so sore to the touch purpleness unthinkable to show to see to ask for absolution something unaired not healed by time and so one goes about a … Continue Reading A tearful tenderness
it splashes the vision with the limpid light of fall sun’s long rays at the day’s end a spotlight of startling hues shone through the shorn bleakness reflected from fiery … Continue Reading Crystal light
I am delighted that so many people read my eclectic stuff. It keeps me going, and provides a reason to get beyond that first cuppa coffee in the morning. I … Continue Reading A note of thanks…
Some sage observations from my two month career as a pizza delivery man. There are lots and lots of houses with invisible addresses. (Can’t see them after dark, numbers have … Continue Reading Notes from the pizza run
The Realtor called this morning, mid coffee. Someone wants to see my house. So, I run about, getting the place ready for buyers, once again, once again….Start the vacuum, … Continue Reading A house is not a home
wax of ear and jam of toes and crusty nugget out of nose seeping sweat from tofu arms are just a few of Charlie’s charms. crunchy crumbs from sleepy eyes … Continue Reading a fungus among us
A scholar once told me I pull from the past, retreat to the past, ornament the present, and look with caution to the unknowable future. Not altogether sure that this … Continue Reading Graphology
THE PRESIDENT threatened my country with “Ruination” today. Brings to mind “That ain’t no way to treat a lady”. Brings to mind a speech by Nikita Khrushchev, who once said … Continue Reading Bombastard
I had the darkest dream last night It pinned me to my bed A humming buzz of blackishness was leaning o’er my head Its eyes were but a sickly gleam … Continue Reading A fight in the night
On the last doorstep before green, I stand. The mossy carpet rolls and ripples to the very jamb. From away. Away. These three have seen me, shepherded me, sung me, … Continue Reading Eighteen. The rolling green. With my Gravity Queen.
I always use that old chipped green coffee mug. I never could tell you why. Stupid secret from another time. Antiques that follow me. Our old ice cream haunt from … Continue Reading We two
I was a strange kid in some ways. Before I even started serious reading, I was taking the subway to Downtown Toronto, alone, just to see the pure fascination of … Continue Reading On Words, Music , and Visual Art
they are coming home from a long trip. It’s evening, and a snowstorm has started. Husband is driving, white knuckles on the steering wheel. [WIFE] Hey, look at that house … Continue Reading I now pronounce you Man and Wife
