I am in here.
People tell me there’s to be an important sporting event on television later this evening. My son and his friends are huddled excitedly in the TV room, wondering whose pizzas to order. On the other hand, I am married to the only man I know who had to have it explained to him who Don … Continue reading Suspicious gatherings..
My son now knows why we don’t leave the garage door open all night when the temperatures are below zero. Iggy the plumber is still downstairs with the pipes. We get our afternoons back: there is still sunset, and it is past six o’clock.
I have poured out the vodka and not had it or beer or wine in the past three days. I have decided that all that contributes to the depression. Haven’t mentioned the depression yet, have I? To me, it’s rather like a fish forgetting to mention water… the medium in which it lives. Soon I’ll … Continue reading A fable.
I love my poems. I’m going to herd some of mine around today, as well as others’. They’re always there, you know, if you look for them. I like to pretend, sometimes, that I don’t have “inspiration,” and I’m waiting. But they’re there. Got to go find them. Rather like how Charles Hermite saw numbers … Continue reading writing
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