I was startled to be there … on the floor. Flattened like a beaten boxer. Surrounded by chair legs and sofa bottoms. Gawked at by books that had been leaning on each other for years. On my back in the autumn dusk. Mattressed on my favorite carpet … gazing up at recessed-lights that looked … Continue reading The Squish
GUEST POST “My Twenty Three Years As An Orphan” ~ by Mike SackettI can’t decide if I’m seeing my old life as Walt and Mary’s late-hatching egg through smoke, fog or dust…but something is making those years hazy, so it might be all three. After popping out five Depression-era peeps in as many years, Mom and … Continue reading “What Will They Think of Next?” NewFangledness
Ten thousand six hundred nineteen miles is a long way. But it’s not so long if it delivers you home … for the first time in three years. Not such an odyssey if it leaves behind a war ... and lands you on the other side of the world … back in the arms … Continue reading Home
Guest post: She gazes at fields of Brandywine corn in the dark, barely morn, and a sliver of sunlight catches the mirror in her attic bower her face pale as flour, she first turns away, then a glance on the run she’s tidy and slender, her hair in a bun she’s a seamstress, bow-maker, a … Continue reading You Don’t Know What You Missed…
Enter a caption When I was a kid, trouble had no trouble finding me. “Trouble” might be too strong. Call it mischief. Or devilry. I never thought I was doing anything wrong-wrong. I was just doin’ different stuff. So … so I got into different trouble. You gettin’ this? “There is always one … Continue reading Water Your Children
I have no problem bein’ a man. Comes naturally. I know who I am … and what I’m like. I own up to myself … ‘cause I can’t lie worth a damn. I confess to lots … and it ain’t saintly stuff. First off, guys are … well … guys. And to hell with anyone … Continue reading The Truth About Men … and Sex
Guest post: The lady strolled in sepia, through a Technicolor crowd A woman from another time, another place allowed A gentleman to tip his hat, with hope to catch her eye And earn the slightest hint of smile, as she goes walking by He had no hat to tip, as the pavement lay beyond her … Continue reading Lady Mirage
Guest Post: Part of me is gone, you know I’ve left for parts unknown, and though You hear my voice, you rub my hands I’m living in forgotten lands, where Voices only I will know, are laughing loud And whispering low, you look concerned You shouldn’t be, exchanging glances I don’t see With unseen faces … Continue reading Parts Unknown
There's so much goin' on here ... I think God's goofin' on us ...
I’m sorry, not. I’ll never … not ever … apologize for who I am ... for what I have ... or for how my life’s unfolded. I’m white, a middle-class success … and I worked for what I have. And I’m a man. Don’t bother trying to guilt me … about anything … ’cause I’m not some … Continue reading Don’t Ever Guilt Me
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