Found Objects

You might look around and see things that make you remember. It made him stop short. He saw it in the garage on a shelf where he kept his important tools and things he intended to use again or thought likely he would need and there he saw it, the small yellow container with a black lid screwed on. He’d kept it for decades, used it once decades ago, a container of black carborundum grinding compound, industrial abrasive made into paste for Hardened Steel Seats or Cast Blocks the faded writing said on the back of the yellow container, still smudged with residue of the one and only original job and the black tin lid rusty from years of neglect and storage. He remembered. He remembered it all the night he used it, the night he used it back on the farm in Iowa in the rude shed after he […]

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Time Peace

(Two O Clock) There I stand in the rain on the corner, wearing my wrist watch and looking down at it so often the reason is I wait for you. I don’t really want to know the time. I really don’t know what time it is even when I watch the watch. Even if I stood in front of one of those giant faces with hands four feet long I wouldn’t know and I wouldn’t care what time they told me had come to pass. I’d be waiting for you without you and with you I wouldn’t care what time had come I’d be waiting for you to come. Oh, what time is it anyway? ♥

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ANCESTORY

I come from good people. This is the face of the man I love, the face of God, the face of a smiling man from whom I got my eyes, my sense of humor and my will to live. Every time he lifted a shovel or gutted a fish or raised a gun he and I shared the exact same knowledge and joy of being human and being men. Every time he drank a glass of whisky or put down the empty glass because he knew he’d had enough I admired him even before I’d been born and he knew it, because there has always been a connection between men who know one another in the time honored sense of integrity, honor and good. I am so tired of lesser men. I love this one for being real. He never knew the world as I have known it, but if […]

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