HOLY MOLY! Who am I? As I was driving along U.S. Highway 17 this morning I had a brainstorm. I imagined a play with live actors; perhaps six or seven skilled actors able to improvise dialog. I would choose the actors based on their skills and next on their ethnicity, sexual orientation, self identity, and … More North Carolina and I Have a Thing

As my departure day approaches I am mindful of the food left at The Castle. I’m trying to use up the perishables first and also not leave any type of containers on the shelves in the pantry that will explode if frozen. This situation makes for interesting menus of late. Per example; this morning I … More Barbecue Chips and Deep Ocean Rescue: Just Where Do I Get This Stuff?

The day is bright and cold and windy and I am shivering and thinking of warmer places. How difficult it is to live in Maine when the cold north wind is howling down the river and blowing the tops of the waves in the cove outside my window. I’m burning trash wood from the deck … More The Eagle has Shat, Taxes, and Winter

This is the time of year for me that is the most anxiety filled. Simply, it is overly stacked with events and requirements and wishes for good luck and hopes for weather conditions that are as reliable as Maine weather can be. I need to file income taxes in order to get my usual modest refund, … More No Balls, No Blue Chips!

SNOW VISITOR Snow falling. Slowly. The bits of white come so slowly from above to disappear past the bottom of my window. Soundlessly. Without demand or fanfare. Unseen generally by anyone. Quietly, soundlessly, unnoticed, unannounced. Like good friends. I am grateful for these visits. Loved gently and Politely. G. M. Goodwin 9 January 2016

ALL BY MYSELF I SAY GOODBYE I can’t say goodbye. Not yet anyway. The attachment is too strong and it hurts to give up, or give in. I’m having trouble putting this behind me. The game has been played beyond salvaging. I couldn’t turn back when it was necessary. I had to extend the play … More Saying Goodbye Alone

This has been a trippy morning and I have worked up an appetite. Mental gymnastics are difficult for me. I can’t stay connected to one subject very long but I have developed a strategy for thinking through complex topics. I just give up trying and go about my day picking away at small tasks and … More Space, Time, Joe C.

I had a phone conversation with one of my favorite people tonight. Our mutual respect and love lends itself to confessional type sharing. The concept of the brain as a collection of distracting memories that resemble the noises of a haunted house came up. We had fun playing with the comparison. This piece I have … More Staring Out