My son, Saul, was the pride of the family. He was the not quite the son everyone wanted, but the son that you would be proud to have. He was an extraordinary boy, as all of my children were then. He was bright, kind, gentle and incredibly introspective. When he was younger he never talked, … Continue reading Chapter One
Fiction
Prologue
I have a story to write. Well, I suppose it is not story per se. Seeing as how it neither started nor ended and chronology doesn’t much matter not to mention that there isn’t any plot and I’m only writing my own thoughts on this page and every other page is from someone else. I … Continue reading Prologue
Bald Headed World
Over the years she stopped combing everything. It started when they told her she couldn't go to Daughters Of The American Revolution luncheon. She just stopped trying to comb through their hate to find kernels of respect. She let the tendrils of their fuming hate cool down in her calm aura and coalesce into greasy … Continue reading Bald Headed World
There’s Something Wrong With Eleanor
Eleanor Bisbee-Downs was a quiet girl. She had a sort of bookish quality that maxim magazine has successfully turned into a hint of barely repressed sexual energy. She was of an unusually pale complexion for her race which history and FHM had told the men in her life comes from sexual frustration. As Jane Austen … Continue reading There’s Something Wrong With Eleanor
Depth and OkCupid
Their love affair was typical of their generation. He professed his love often with statements like "never forget, I love you madly" while she silently suffered his facial hair experiments; cataloging them for the opening scene of a Judd Aptow movie that would never be filmed. She couldn't remember whether he was from Texas or … Continue reading Depth and OkCupid
I Say Falling
In between seconds, as the river rushed closer, illogically slow, the accountant counted. He counted his heartbeats, he counted the number of nights spent on the couch where he avoided the wife he no longer loved and, remembering his mother, he counted the hairs on her head after the chemo: one. He counted like … Continue reading I Say Falling
Where You’re Fighting To Get At It
Doc looked at the clock with the exhausted desperation of the under-employed. He had five hours left on his shift. Five hours working minimum wage in which he would make around $40. Had Fancy not walked into the store at that exact moment he would have thought "I'd pay my boss $40 to leave now." … Continue reading Where You’re Fighting To Get At It
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I am who I am. the depths of my soul are indescribable, indestructible and ever changing. My dimensions extend definition So no language made by meager men could tell you who I am. I must be lived, loved, and experienced to be understood. So seek for me outside the cave; philosophizing on mountain top … Continue reading ?
One Man’s Terrorist
Revolution? Revolution just rolls of the tongue Fills the mouth with power Revolution Revolution is a black fist Launched into the air Green and Red and Black Bodies marching Guns, and machetes or bombs Violence Flags wavering at dusk Smoke rising symbolically And war Revolution just rolls of the tongue So easily said Revolutions are … Continue reading One Man’s Terrorist
My Pain is Lonely
My pain is lonely And I see her burning.
The Well Examined Life 