What can YOU say in six sentences?
You know, if they both wore hats, although they almost never do, and going on looks alone, I couldn’t tell the two of them apart. Certainly, Veronica can be bitchy in a playfully malicious way, and though Betty appears to have the more pleasant personality, she has been known to pull off a vindictive prank or two. No one truly knows what’s going through the perhaps solipsistic Jughead’s mind because he’s always stuffing his face with burgers like some Wimpy-wannabe and trailing with that…Continue
You wanted to breathe a writer’s air,
so you went to the mountains, and what did you do?
You took a few pictures, heard some songs, and
took part in a remarkable reading, too.
You wrote to prompts, shared memorable meals.
The Old North trees were fresh with dew.
You left your heart. That slowed you down
just like tar on a soldier’s shoe.
[Sorry. Not quite ready to let it go. Rereading Mary Oliver after checking Cita's…Continue
Much of the time he bided on the fringe while passion and enthusiasm wafted like smoke filling the top half of a back room poker game in the days before political correctness. He would like to have held someone close enough to pick up on an untold secret, but the old bromide about the intellect of the quiet one was likewise wafting, and he therefore maintained that bit of distance. In the presence of new faces, shining, gleeful, friendship-eyes, and predisposed coupling, his stance was the…Continue
Perhaps it was a trick of the rain-occluded light that caused us to believe that black thing dangling among the soaked leaves was a bat, but whatever it was, it never took wing throughout three-days’ observance. Inside, in the warmth of conviviality, evening beverages on extended schedules, and some of the best damn food available on this or any other menu, along with spontaneous prompts and a few toasts, hugs, embraces, and much good cheer, succor was provided to a like-minded group of…Continue
What are my failures? Let me count the ways.
I am too much into nouns and verbs, you know, the grammar,
As I like to teach, but not to hear a stammer.
I cannot stand to find things out of place;
Where stuff is put, please, that’s where it stays.
I am easily irked by stumbles and pauses,
And one’s failure to note the ends of clauses;
Hemming and hawing as nights turn into days.
I smother with possessiveness you’d never choose,
For all my peeves,…