I go back to walk on privileged streets to find the poem that I lost. I see pillars here and ivy there and potholes in between. There are stacks of places, people spaces. I think I’d go crazy up there. There are towers and gables and shingles at odd angle...
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My parents split when I was two, and neither are wealthy. I was raised by my mom and her family. Both sides of my family tend to fall into talking about inheritances when I’m around. Maybe it’s because I never asked much of them, and they want to say that...
Philosophy with a dash of God and Science
. . . a fevered attempt to reconcile God and the modern world.I want, very much, for God and Science to reconcile. What I mean by this is that I want God to come off His holy highness and exist in a way that is congruent with the reality around us mortals. I want Science to quit being so dogmatic and narrow minded,...
Hired for the dirty job of cleaning the dirty life Out of the corners of a house long lived in By a man recently dead. An eccentric intellectual hippie of a fellow Whom I had never met before he died But knew with an intimacy many missed Boxes of papers s...
Two Stoners and a Dying Dog
an attempt to turn a story I heard into a sonnetTwo friends were smoking, enjoying the hour: An old dog wheezed, even creaked, at their feet “Soon so soon, the dog-god she’ll go to meet, Pain she’s in makes her shake and cower, When she goes I’ll plant her in the bower.” "Like the cookies? They’re made...
When a new McDonalds opened up in Ronan, they put “HIRING” up on their sign, and were flooded with hundreds of applications within hours. This is probably why a factory that assembles any kind of cordless electric drill you could buy opened up in this sma...
I cried as I wrote an eight page love letter. It was well after midnight, and I had to be up at four to go to work in the morning. My soul was storming because he was gone. Big drops fell on the notebook paper and blurred the lines. I never got a chance t...
Joe Butler was a wildlife biologist who worked for the tribe. He was from back east somewhere. Joe was a bearded bachelor who lived at the end of Gunzler lane, where he built a unique house. The only side of his house that wasn’t buried within a range-lan...
BEEP . . . BEEP . . . BEEP!!! “Ugh . . . It’s your turn. I just went.” Missy said as she pushed her husband, Leonard, out of bed. His body was hot. He groaned but got up. She snuggled down into the warm spot he left behind. Leonard went to the porch and p...
With all the demonstrations last month that protested police brutality, the topic has come up quite a bit. I’ve found myself remembering a horrible experience I had when I was about fourteen. It was payday, and our regular payday splurge was a six-pack of...
I have several secrets for growing large pumpkins. The basic essentials are good, like water, cultivated soil, manure or other nutrients in the dirt. Luck has a bit to do with it, no late freezes, no unkind weather. I don't let more than one pumpkin grow...
When I was small: My mom looked out the kitchen window at the Mission Mountains. “They are so large today. The Sheep’s Head is so amazing. Pumpkin, come here.” She lifted me to the window. I saw snow. She pointed. “Do you see the Sheep’s Head?” she said....
Last night was so dark I opened and closed my eyes And there was no difference And within my soul I was a follower Of Allah and the prophet Mohamad Convinced within my mind that I had to find Mecca A burden of prayer To escape the darkness But which way t...
I don't like Chickens
. . . about an adult phobia that stems from childhood experiences.I don’t like chickens, actually that isn’t the truth, I’m scared of them. There, I said it, and I said it first, so it can’t be used against me. I’ve had several traumatic memories from childhood that make me feel jittery and slightly nauseous around chic...
Laurence Cullen had icy blue eyes, thick black hair, and a wild temper that was encouraged by his Russian mother’s doting and his Irish father’s genes. “I rebuilt it, you didn’t pay for it, it’s mine and you can’t have it back until you pay me for it, but...