happy birthday Mom a happy day not to mourn but to celebrate your smile your laugh your hand with mine a silent h good & plenty memories cappuccino necco wafers good fortune to cherish us to have you to call… Read More ›
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The Writing Path to 2014
Bender pondered the wine in his hand. “A writer needs four things to achieve greatness, Pasquale: desire, disappointment, and the sea.” “That’s only three.” Alvis finished his wine. “You have to do disappointment twice.” I share this passage from… Read More ›
Memories Applied in a Dirt Lot
Like a camera out of focus, everything in front of me was just a little bit off. I pinched my eyes to temper the blur, to see that the world around me was, in fact, real. It was a moment… Read More ›
Thanks Give In (Weekly Writing Challenge: Haiku Catchoo!)
(image: Street Haiku by cogdogblog CC BY-SA 2.0) Thanks Give In Take two, oven mitt Remember, remove giblets Lest tradition fixed — There’s always a first. This challenge got me with the notion that “[v]ariety in writing projects keeps things fresh and interesting.”… Read More ›
Autumn’s Fall
Leaves change. It’s a beautiful thing, and an appropriate phenomenon for an oft used metaphor. The notion of a warm green leaf transformed into a bright-orange symbol of a cooler, damper, Autumn, can’t help but make one think that change… Read More ›
Bread Crumbs and Airports
Airports are a feeding frenzy for perspective seekers. I love airports. I do. Always have. Terminals pulse, day or night, and the tingling vibrations that match the flickers of the fluorescent lights always remind me that I’m going somewhere. It… Read More ›
Taking Stock in Our Kitchen
I’d like to think when Aunt Helen said “if you’re not cooking, get out of the kitchen,” a special exclusion applied to me. Me. I wasn’t even tall enough to see down into the treasured stockpot filled with my Nonni’s… Read More ›
Race to More of Me
I tell myself it’s not a race towards a jolly laugh, yet I feel the pace quicken. Call it the mid-thirties, or maybe it’s just that choices have presented themselves. Whether it’s my youth that disappears with each step or… Read More ›
Harley Worth a Dime (Flashback Friday)
Harley’s Bowl was where we rolled, almost every weekend. The 60’s inspired single-story building towered over the otherwise empty field, unless the circus was in town. The bleak architecture neither inspired nor dissuaded us. The Nihilists weren’t scripted yet, there… Read More ›
Our Reflection in You
In the monitor We watch you wake Pray you’ll sleep The lull will take On that screen We watch you fuss In the reflection You’re part of us Beyond the glow We watch you stir Hope you’ll settle Know… Read More ›
eternal Domnation 