Out of LoveJoy …


And then there was the local posse. A rat pack of toss-a-way’s, sidelined rocketeers, that had been waylaid by a 1960’s hangover, survived for another go around 10 years later, and somehow walked away from an irreversible tail spin to end up in the same carousel I had by an urge of fate declared my home.

Leaving Childish Things… On LoveJoy


I crossed the street because I was afraid. I was afraid to walk past this man in a black weather torn leather jacket who was with another woman, and a tall lanky dark tanned Indian, all three kind of sprawled on someone’s  front lawn, with their feet visiting the pavement. The man in particular had…

Children, Ravines, and Twines


His throat moved. It wasn’t that it changed, it just quivered a bit, and I took another sip of chicken soup at the kitchen table after I had seen it. It was the oddest reflection not in a mirror, that as a child seemed so simplistic. It was like looking at a quick rewind of…

An Arresting Soul


I have a big white dog with carpet thick and thicker white ropey hair. She is the next breath away so to speak, always that close, her name is Mutti (German for mother) and she is a formidable 85 pounds of need to be nurtured white dawg. She  is just hitting 4.5 years old. As…

Check Mate


A separation from something you promised yourself as a child- would stand forever- you would stand forever- Us was “US” against all odds was us.

A Day At The Office … Brag I Shall


Wow… Made a difference… There was a soul about to be lost- a 14 day old baby without the diaphragm muscle allowed to sustain an equal break to challenge the country western songs we turn to when Life escalates to misery- yeah he didn’t really have that chance- just a gust of air to his…

Hide & Go Seek


Big trees with wind blown dresses hiding behind them. My new mother and a strange man named Diether, that is what I remember of the Black Forrest. Little children’s games of hide and seek It is funny that there was no picnic- but then again … As a child it seemed another walk, but this…

Trees Without Bark


In Autumn- leaves fail … They drift away They fall and break And whisper ourselves apart- And become the grains of Winter- The assumption that gray is not a color becomes a narcotic slumber that forgives the advice from a younger heart- And urges forward- and onward- and hints that once upon a time- we…

The Last Cherry To Drop


To the key board witness… I was struck by lightening that basically left my body at the door as I entertained a new reality in my life named Kashmir. A smile with sun glasses and flirty hair was my future to be. A sassy walk, leggy confidence, and passion for honesty and truth was the…

Running like there was no Tomorrow…


She is always on “Alert”, post stroke or not- she just remembers to defend the family and her brood. Our newest rat dog follows and watches her like a hawk. Inconsistent for rats- but truly explainable for love. A sad sad street that is waiting to be walked on…

The Jar is Always There


The Jar is Always There Yeah we made up our minds. The bell unanswered was one of those slippery songs you only listen to when the edge is a foregone conclusion, the ground already met, a pretty hard fall. We lost Esmir in September. Sometimes 100 yards is too much and too far to be…

Daughters & Milk Cartons


And….. We’re off. To God knows’ where, but off we went to fire up a little bit of funniness and and steal another billow from that ominously persistent cloud that has loved us like a glove for what seems like forever. It snuck and stuck, but now if you blink real fast, appears to be…

53


The Sisters 2/53 The Kinderheim was an asylum so to speak. Nestled very neatly in the wrappings of Germany’s famous Black Forrest (Schwartzwald) in the southern corner so close yet so far from France and Switzerland. Kinderheim in German means a children’s home. A home for kids basically. As well it serves a respite for…

Well, Those were the days weren’t they?


This is Navy Seal Version Number 1: Trainee attempts and fails swimming test. Status: REJECTED. Well I did the 100 sit ups or so, did the running, and did the “body by Adonis” thing, but failed muster to gain entry to the creme of the elite special forces of our armed services. I sucked at…

A Hot Summer Texas Post


A fresh face for a new beginning. Or so it seems…. The pessimist I am always that, but I seem to get more opportunistic as a vacation hovers, a scent of exuberance flushed to opportunism- a fresh wind to take from those that do not relinquish readily, anything to anyone. A hint of hope and…

For me, at this moment, night time is the right time…


The Writer Four a.m. is a hell of a time to begin revisions to your life, but sometimes- anytime- is the right time. My better half is barely asleep, somehow caught up in the misery that awaits tomorrows work schedule… Nevertheless she fights the good fight, forcing herself to succumb to a brief moment of…