The Horizon: Driving South on New Jersey 17
The New York skyline has healed over empty sockets where two towers stood, distant doorposts to a life that is no more. Now heal them, someone, in my heart. Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Writing Left-handed
When I write, my left hand still hooks round like this to keep from smearing ink from fountain pens I haven't used in years Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, January 21, 2011
The Dog, The Cat, and The New Glass Door
Jock's nails skitter on the new-waxed floor, afford such purchase as he needs to launch himself, propel him through a door that uh-oh isn't open... Slam! "Holy smokes! Wow! What was that? Something new? - My head hurts bad! I'll go lie down and pant a bit." Matilda pours herself from off the couch... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
A Boor in Training
Uncorrected by his parents, The child two tables over uses far too many decibels to alert the world to his concerns and thus begins a lifelong love affair with the sound of his own voice. - A pity. Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
A Riddle in a Riddle
It can be hot it can be cold it can be in a bar. it can make up in kisses. (Keeping up with me so far?) Some splendid incarnations of it take their three-word name from island shelter housing the attendant who attends to motorists who don't pay automatically. - What is it, and what are the... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Kilroy Was Here
A veteran of World War II, he even then was old. Signs of his passing still abound: Those old stone walls we find way back in woods where no one lives; prodigious weight of stone he dug and hauled and heaped to ring the home and crops and barn we conjecture he had there. The kindling and the can of... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, January 17, 2011
From One Friend to Another, Briefly
Dear friend, Today was like a bun without a burger, expired coupon at the market, unsold Christmas tree December 26. Know what I mean? I hope not. Bob Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
French Fries
The slut of fast-food menu boards, the french fry steals our hearts, then sets about subversively compromising arteries. Hot and salty, eaten first, yet minutes later, jaded cool, the very last few get pursued and hunted down relentlessly among the squishy ketchup bags and corrugated packs of salt... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Haute Couture
Appraisingly, she held the dress at arm's length to be sure. "Too kicky" said she to herself, the second one "way sporty", the next she'd seen on someone else ("so last-year frump"). The next one sorely needed pressing. She at last awarded number five her guarded quick approval, slipped the lucky... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, January 14, 2011
About Guns
Just think the great surprise I felt to hear that hateful words are harmless! All those years since playground days I'd always thought the opposite! (Hell, that's why I learned how to run!) Another thing I learned was this: "Guns don't kill people, people do!" I'd never thought of that. How simple!... Sign in to see full entry.