Here’s what I want you to understand. Let’s see if I can make it clear. On a busy thoroughfare headed downhill the wrong way in traffic a city dump truck, one of the big ones, broke down. Loaded with dirt and brush, equipped with a hydraulic boom and a claw big enough to…
Let me cross the line. The one you drew for me out there somewhere. Way up ahead. Not the one you drew for others. Not their limits or their exploits. The one true line made for me with my name on it. Let me hit it running and run beyond way beyond a winner. ƒ
Today just a few moments ago I sat outside listening to the birds singing outside the way they do when summer is promised and spring is here and winter is gone. They sang together. Him and Her. Them together. Back and forth in ecstasy of their sort in the trees up high and I listened.…
Once upon a time in a place far, far away I walked into a department store with my parents and they had a man playing piano on the sales floor. They did things like that in those days, days of civilization and culture before American began to drag the bottom of the barrel in pursuit…
Winter is the king of Wisconsin. Winter is owner of all the land and all the people, a grim, solemn magistrate with moments of mercy and warmth in modest portion, but majestic and terrible in power and authority. Trees drop their leaves in annual submission, paying tax for their lives, offering all the bright color…
The National Debt now stands at $34 trillion dollars. It is 93 million miles to the sun. The nearest star otherwise is Proxima Centauri, 4.24 light years away. The speed of light is 186,000 miles per second or 5.88 trillion miles per year. If dollars were miles and the United States were in debt one…
I’m sorry. I can’t bear to throw it away. I’ll keep it as a reminder of what I might have given someone. Small and mighty as the gift might have been. I stopped when I thought I’d done enough. I probably hadn’t. Probably didn’t. Probably should have given just a bit more of what required…
You call my name and I hear my voice. You are the voice of love to me. The short sweet syllable of life. A message to arise and be alive. Thank you. For with you a moment and in that moment eternity. ƒ
I don’t want to do it. I weary of man made holographs. Images that aren’t really there. Like the past. Screw it. A parlor game. An interesting talking point, but nothing worth going back to live again and even if I could the message remains the same. The new time out ahead is far more…
A handful she picked off the ground. Burnished autumn crinkly and brown. “Leaves,” she cried ecstatically. “Look, leaves,” to her mother. Her father. Any one who’d care. She wanted the world to care, she cared so much. “Leaves,” as though she knew all about gold. I know about everything and I don’t care. All I…
