Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Hmm. Do other dogs think poodles belong to some weird religious cult? Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, August 19, 2013
TEACHER'S SNOW DAY
The little boy in me said "Yay!" when teachers' phone-tree spread the news "Stay home. The school is closed today." I yawned and got back into bed where Ginny lay and smiled at me. I'd get the shovels by and by, and then some breakfast and The Times - but not right now. Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, August 18, 2013
VANITY
When I fill out a form in which my occupation is a factor, I don't write down "retired teacher"; instead I write "retired actor." NOTE: This nonsense springs from my years in community theater and from, yes, vanity. Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, August 17, 2013
AUGUST THE IMPOSTOR
it's only August, but morning's cooler, crisper now. It's only August, but three calendars for next year just came in. It's only August, but I lit the fireplace last night. It's only August, but Sears is sending ads for sweaters. So, what is it I'm missing here? August's still the summer, right? Not... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, August 16, 2013
LATE SUMMER ON LAKE SEBAGO
I wobble, thump and slosh and buckle till I'm sitting, legs extended, snug within the slender kayak resting still on slushy gravel. I heave my bulk a few times forward, grating graceless inch by inch until I feel the bow go weightless, buoyant, silent, floating free. I scoop a paddleful of water,... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
A POEM IN TWO PARTS: GO FIGURE and GET OVER IT
PART ONE: Get Over It - April First, my heart attack "Trust me, Boy-o, just don't fight it. I'm lookin' at your monitor. Your vital signs, well, don't look great, and oxygen is what y'need. I know it's tough, but just hang on." This as Maeve put back the mask, had given me a sip of water. She... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
DOWNLOADS BE DAMNED
Eight-track tapes were once the rage but silver CD's turned the page. Then satellites had come of age and set our busy cyber-stage for whatever we'll be buying next. Thirty-three and one third more is just how fast my records spun back in the music days of yore for Rosie Clooney, Doris Day, Vic... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, August 12, 2013
HOSPITAL THOUGHTS
The smarmy Patients' Rep put on her brightest saccharine smile fior me. "My name is Florence Ferguson, and may I call you Bob? " No answer. "Tell me, Bob,- you were admitted April first - how has your stay here been so far?" - Well, since you ask, I have to say I used the time to make a bomb. "I beg... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, August 11, 2013
LAST NIGHT IN STONEHENGE
Last night in Stonehenge starlight found me in the dark. Topped and toppled, the monoliths companioned me in fellowship of stone somehow. I melded with their memory of ancient northern time that passed within the druids' grassy rings, half-guessed, half saw the outline of a nightnest of unspoken... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, August 10, 2013
THE LONG, LONG RIDE TO 6 AM
There are no sleepers on this train. Let your seat back, if you want, pop Sominex or Ambien, close your eyes and think your thoughts, count sheep if you think that helps, listen to the miles click by, but what you're seeking isn't there. The thinnest of the clock's three hands seems to shudder,... Sign in to see full entry.