Don’t Sit Your Naked Bum On Grandma’s Velvet Settee
I believe that every woman should at some point in their life create a self-directed sexual portrait. I know, this isn’t something that you feel comfortable with. I get that. I read a few years ago that book you kept hidden under your bed when we were young. Lex found it, of course. And I inadvertently ended up buying it at a second-hand book shop. … Continue reading Don’t Sit Your Naked Bum On Grandma’s Velvet Settee
a vignette
the afternoon the light is at my door calling to me with a hawk and her long ragged cry of spring and him and other things I jump up to look and find the two high in the sky circling on the same current together and a bus goes by and the clock continues to tick but time has stopped as I watch them spiral … Continue reading a vignette
She Talks To The Dead
Now back in her hometown, in a place, she has always wanted to return to, and do it better. Through moves and different jobs, a solitary seeker of the secret to joy, and peace, choice, and even destiny. Writing Letters to her Mom, sometimes raw with grief, sometimes a celebration of joy. She talks to her as though she was just living far away, and … Continue reading She Talks To The Dead
Is Losing Yourself The Meaning Of Life?
“Feel, he told himself, feel, feel, feel. Even if what you feel is pain, only let yourself feel.” ― P.D. James, The Children of Men This writing to you, you know, it’s helped me gather my thoughts, move forward, and hash out what’s what. Take yesterday, ol’roger.the.dodger turned 51. Look at me today versus’ that person I was back in those days, enuff said. Not … Continue reading Is Losing Yourself The Meaning Of Life?
We Mourn Like Elephants
As you no doubt are aware, Elephants grieve. They stand by their loved ones and shed tears. They bury them, even recognize the bones of friends and family; and even can pick out their loved one’s skull from a group of others. They stay by the bodies or come to visit loved ones after death. Like something calls them maybe? Who knows. But they are … Continue reading We Mourn Like Elephants
A Vibrant Summer Day
that day I remember removed from the chatter it was August again still existing living leaning towards the river like a willow bending and lending me a little of its strength by and by the water passes from the past meandering upon those paths that other sunny day an island I am and those days though they were vivid another season another time other interpretations … Continue reading A Vibrant Summer Day
Those Girls Can Kiss My…
On the face of it, I suppose it looked as though I thought I was all that and a bag of chips. Strange how others see you, versus how you see yourself. Those last days of High School, you remember those Mom. Did it change me? Damn right it did. Sure I appeared tough as nails on the surface, but that walk home that night … Continue reading Those Girls Can Kiss My…
Did I Tell You About My Affair With A Married Man?
No, I’m quite certain I haven’t written you about this. It ended, oddly enough, in Niagara Falls of all places. He had invited me to come with him for the weekend. I don’t know what I was thinking. He was attending this conference for work. There I was, staring down at the falls, alone in our room, wondering what the hell I was doing. He … Continue reading Did I Tell You About My Affair With A Married Man?
The 3rd Law Of Life After Death
It wasn’t that long ago I could barely browse through those photos from my days in Grey. Like getting lost in some gigantic labyrinth, once on the otherside you can’t help but be changed. I experienced the layer of loss death provides, and its hard not to acknowledge the lessons inherent in death, and dying. Not our own, so much as our experiences as we move … Continue reading The 3rd Law Of Life After Death
Benedict Could Eat Crackers In My Bed
I believe, maybe, I am in need of a re-entrance to the world of my peers; at least a smidge. You know, I probably know about as much about modern series , new movies, and music as you. That’s awful. I guess I feel like an odd-ball, not many of me out there, you know. I’m completely out of touch. C O M P L … Continue reading Benedict Could Eat Crackers In My Bed
The Clouds And I
I broke down, couldn’t handle it any longer. This sense of creative suppression, this feeling of being trapped by devices that seemed to be closing me in, and cutting me off from every artistic spark I had, piece by piece, bit by bit. First world problems, as it were, but annoying as hell. Over the course of the last few months, both of my eReader/tablet … Continue reading The Clouds And I
The Bouncy Blond Bombshell And I
Don’t know where my mind is you know Mom. Walked in to the grocery store with the intention of buying Irish her food, which I did, and then walked out of the store without it. Got half way through the parking lot before I realized my arms were rather light in the feed the dog department. Had to march back in and retrieve. Rolling of … Continue reading The Bouncy Blond Bombshell And I
Natalie Goes Back
She stood at the top of the mound, gazing across the meadow, to the line of trees. A magnificent line of giant Cottonwoods, standing all in a row, these graceful grey sentinels held a quiet wisdom, she mused. Under her feet encased a mystery she had yet to unravel. Turning back towards her Range Rover, bending down she gathered up her finds, and made her … Continue reading Natalie Goes Back
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