I am in here.
So many long decades ago, when my mother and I were locked in a downward spiral of self- and other-annihilation, I used to imagine what it would be like for me to face her helpless on her hospital regulation deathbed, unable to answer all of the memories I would recall for her… having hysterics at … Continue reading Time. Passage thereof. Phone calls.
The last posting day of the year! Better hurry and get those words in fast! No lingering over the pretty day outside, with the fresh frost on the grass. Get to work! Write them poems! Copy and paste them anthology pages! Drink that tea! And no, if you’d asked me when I graduated from high … Continue reading end of days (of the year)
Detroit, 1942 He made a line on a blackboard, one bold stroke from right to left diagonally downward and stood back to ask, looking as always at no one in particular, “What have I done?” From the back of the room Freddie shouted, “You’ve broken a piece of chalk.” M. Degas did not smile. “What … Continue reading M. Degas Teaches Art & Science at Durfee Intermediate School
Just did my upgrade for Movable Type, and I think I did not kill anything. I was taught, long ago, to have at least one drink before doing a major upgrade, but since it isn’t even 10 in the morning yet, I stuck with plain old tea with lots of sugar in it. I love … Continue reading mt
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