Not All Who Wander
If you call me, I will not be there I will be in the forest, or on the lake I will be with the wild things who know my name. If you call me, I will not be there I have left the cell on the couch In a house that is far away. If …
Month: July 2020
City of Roses: Coming Soon to a City Near You
“If The Line Is Not Drawn In The Sand Right Now, America May Be Staring Down The Barrel Of Martial Law In The Middle Of A Presidential Election.” ~Senator Ron Wyden, (D Oregon) What can I possibly say that is not depressing about this? I do appreciate the Naked Athena and leaf blower guys, as …
Trilogy: Inflammable
And now for something silly in the middle of the pandemic He would never have believed that it was possible, but evidently it was. He was sitting having a cuppa with her, a gorgeous brunette he had met online, when suddenly she burst into flames. Blue flames no less. What had he said? As he …
Trilogy: Dating in the Time of Covid
after Gabriel Garcia Marquez Who knows what odd things kick up in a pandemic. I certainly did not. I was busy minding everybody’s business and monitoring the news on an hourly basis, when I realized I might not be the only person freaking out. Out of sheer frustration, I offered publicly to volunteer for a …
Trilogy
This is a series of stories, fiction, about the time of Covid and relationship. In our isolation we still continue to connect and need connection. Dear William, I am going to write you and pretend that you still can read this. I know it is a shallow trick, but I need to play it. There …
A Little Too Late For Arrogance
I have heard the remark that writing is like opening your veins, well I don’t know about that, but it is like taking off all your clothes and standing in front of an audience. The audience might be kind or not. Recently I put up a vulnerable post online and had someone I barely know …
Testimony, the Connections
Writer’s Warning: This is not a good read for the feint of heart. This is the introduction to my book, which is coming soon, Testimony. “I am writing this letter to you because I found your views on trauma particularly interesting. As a prisoner of war in Vietnam, I was tortured for two and a …
Veteran’s Day
He returns home dreaming of brown hills filled with snipers Dreaming of attack, retreat, and the buddies who have his back. Dreaming of children armed with homemade explosives all of them torn apart, bleeding by his gun or others. You wait at the airport, excited and happy laughing about having a day in bed with …
Greener Pastures
It has hung in my throat all day The image of you staring out the window dreaming of greener pastures. Pastures not filled with burning people. It has hung in the back of my throat all day the tears you shed for the wish to be simple for the wish to live a life not …