Heckler
I remember a joke about dyslexic atheists, But today they won’t even acknowledge Dog (much less renounce Him!) They’re the dogged defenders of no-Dog. It’s playing words, how some words can lead you through woods. The woods are lovely, you said. And now you sit in the back, lighting fires, heckling a poet. Why don’t you get up here? See what it’s like to stand … Continue reading Heckler
Super Bowl Sunday
I missed the entire Super Bowl this year. I can’t say that it was a conscious effort. First, I’ve been sick all week. I got up Sunday morning, started shivering, climbed back under the covers, and went back to sleep. I woke up around 2:30. I had hoped to have the morning to wake up, drink some coffee, write my thousand words, go to the … Continue reading Super Bowl Sunday
The retreat of memory
We start our lives in thrall to great authority figures, no matter how flawed they may be. A child is the story of a parent. Your parents write you. You may hope that you grow up and older and become your own person, but the memories of later life are less pronounced than the memories of childhood. As time wears on, you find yourself losing … Continue reading The retreat of memory
Ode to the antecedent deceased I trampled over
Death robs us of our identity. Walking down the rows of grave stones In that small cemetery outside of Decatur I was struck by the fuzziness of the marble. The names were growing faint… Step between the graves- Don’t step on their heads. File upon file of dead inhabitants; You must remember where to keep your feet Don’t step near the grave stone, That’s the … Continue reading Ode to the antecedent deceased I trampled over
Hello world!
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