I find my Inner Comedienne laid out in mortuary fashion atop my toothbrush, holding a sad plastic lily in her hands. Each of her closed eyelids is painted with a comedic “x”, by which I deduce she is either sleeping or dead. It’s late, and, to be quite honest, I haven’t seen her […]
She said no, But he saw red. With blood in his eye He forced her to bed… Closing his eyes, He drifted to sleep. She lay awake, Refusing to weep. Hearing him snore, She aimed for his head. Her sheets were white, But they saw red. Mother Hen Admittedly, […]
You know, blogging is a funny business. Well, if you can call it that. I have yet to earn a single penny from this little journey into self-deprecation and artistic pretence, not that I have tried overly hard… Yet despite the usual monetary measurement of success, I cannot […]
Virgil didn’t mind watching the world go by. It was just what he did, night after night, sitting in the faded metal lawn chair next to his father on a sloping timber porch lining Main Street, Amos. His father sighed deeply into the late summer dusk and reached […]
Sometimes I envy the linear thinker Who plots his course in concrete lines, Unswerving, unbending and uncomplicated. He is a dart, an arrow aimed for the bullseye of life; He is a winning horse nosing ahead at the finish line. Others of us take circuitous routes, Roads full of detours and roundabouts. […]