Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
~The night man. When it's time, he has packages for me. Seven a week. No time off for good behavior. They always fascinate, though I must buy them with pieces that have been dear to me. In his thrall, I awake each day a little closer to childhood.~ image: https://pixabay.com/users/delphinmedia-348407/
Fifty years on, in my sad unpacking, this time of letting go, I find, pressed between panes, a polaroid. A face is fuzzily framed in one angled corner, and I think it's you. A blur of bouncy ponytail, laughing eyes and bunny teeth. Looking up, waving goodbye to balloons released, bound for a section of... Continue Reading →
A person very close to me met his death, at a young age, some years ago. Cancer it was, and it spread very rapidly, a “good thing” for those of us who loved him. Like many of us, he had his faults and sins, and had been an alcoholic and a heavy smoker for some... Continue Reading →
AreMyFeetOffTheGround 