Tell me a story. One you can't tell your momma or your priest. It might even be one you do not want to tell the mirror. Right now, I am where I am supposed to be, and so are you. The world is turning round and round, and people are living and dying. But, I … Continue reading Sitting on a Barstool
Category: Heart
God, Can I have Another?
I want the smiles, the laughter, the births of the young one, the music that makes me smile and dance like a madman, the chocolate ice cream dripping onto my shirt, the puppies playing with my shadows chasing their tails while I can only watch and laugh, and someone says nice things about my smiles, … Continue reading God, Can I have Another?
WE LOVE THEM
To meet a new soul so unaware as to be a pond without a ripple or stir. And, yet, there he was. Hoping the future would lie with them, a natural thing, one would say.Here a girl, there a boy, but the ones holding them wanting only the best.The future of an unopened book, an … Continue reading WE LOVE THEM
Almost, Somebody, A Ghost Story
Early in his life, Timmy had no aspirations of grandeur, when living day to day was everything. He came from a single parent home, a mother, that had little time to coddle or hug him. His mother, Marian, struggled to keep the lights on and food in the house. She stayed alive, only to keep … Continue reading Almost, Somebody, A Ghost Story
My Cadillac Journey
What a Journey for a 50-year survivor of rust, accidents, broken parts, and even politics. I am still on the road today, and I think I look pretty decent for my age. Any respectful girl would. I began my traveling life on December 15, 1966, when my last Cadillac Factory check was finished, in … Continue reading My Cadillac Journey
That Damned Mirror
That old man is staring at me again, blue eyes like beacons burning into me, searing my soul. At first, I think I know him, then not! Does he know me from before? Did I meet him long, long ago? I did not mean to look in the mirror, it was a mistake. I have … Continue reading That Damned Mirror
Heartbeats, Ba Whish, Ba Doom
Nested between the heartbeats, you first heard the song of life, ba whish, ba doom. You can hear the song again, you just have to listen to the silence just below your hurried life. So loud in its clamor, yet so small in its reach. In the womb, you heard ba whish, ba doom, and … Continue reading Heartbeats, Ba Whish, Ba Doom
Earn, While you Burn
Timmy, as you get to be twelve and a half, let me tell you about the world and where I would like you to be. I know, I am old! You know it. But, along this path of life and misery, I have learned a few things. Oh, you have all the youth and energy, … Continue reading Earn, While you Burn
The Sounds of My Dying
"Right, right, Doc! I got it! Stage Four! Understood. It comes right after 3. And, before you start in, these people are my people, and a few minutes is not going to kill me." Situation normal, he was in charge of all around him. But, heavy coughing, followed by several drawn in breaths, and … Continue reading The Sounds of My Dying
Dance, When Your Hips Move
Settle down, my little girl, Let me tell you the good, you are only sensing bad. You hear me groan to get out of a chair, and you see the snow on my head, you think me as old and slow. Maybe ancient? But, I made the highlands when others fell so soon, so long … Continue reading Dance, When Your Hips Move
