I built the scaffold for Michelangelo. I labored with my sons to an indescribable height that the Master might reach the last few inches with his brushes. His name not ours is remembered. His legend endures. We dismantled the very work we gave that he might do his work in confidence, caring only for the…
Let me tell you something. It’s easy. You won’t understand unless you love to work. I mean it this way. Out in the open with an axe or a pick axe or a sledge hammer. They come in different weights. Let’s pick one up that weighs eight pounds. They make sixteen pounders, but we’ll keep…
There’s only so much pain you can take. After that it doesn’t matter. For two reasons. They’re wasting their time. For two reasons. You don’t care any more. That’s one. The other is a bit more complicated. They’re wrong. At the moment they started hurting you they were wrong, but of course they thought they…
I have waited for you. Prayed for you. All my life. If this kind goeth not out but by prayer and fasting then the devil of loneliness and despair must be gone and be replaced by you. If it takes a mountain to be removed then nothing shall be impossible unto love. ƒ
I dreamed and in my dream I saw a face blank stare back at me. A screen. Ringed and wreathed with hideous coils of wire writhing innumerable, interconnected, spitting images, serpentine and woven inextricably of chaos wound upon itself and me wound with it, until curiosity became my doom and I turned to stone. ƒ
Today, oh hell yes I walked the dog. I hate to call her a dog. She’s a spirit. Born pedigreed and cast into a chamber of horrors. Starved and flogged and neglected, terrorized by drunken gun shooters and thieving scoundrels until rescued days from death and now here with me, the perfect companion, hesitant as…
At age 15 they say the Virgin Mary gave birth to Jesus. At age 15 they say Juliet fell in love with Romeo. At age 15 they say my great grandmother immigrated to the United States from Poland. At age 15 they say a girl took a gun to her Christian school…
My father once said, “I don’t care if you love me, as long as you respect me.” My father once said, “If you go to war I’ll pray for your death.” My father once cursed me, in response to my answer to his question, “Why do you think I spent all that money on you?”…
Today I felt so verklempt. You know the feeling. Even if you’re not Scandinavian. I got an idea. I attached a set of rabbit ear antennas to my manual typewriter, just behind the platen where it wouldn’t interfere with the keys and by golly. What a difference it makes. I’ve got another idea. ƒ
