DEPRESSION Without hesitation, and not standing on ceremony, a sudden bout of depression arrived. I wasn’t prepared. My morning routine of sipping an Italian roast coffee brew was less welcoming, uncomfortable and a dark mood sat upon my shoulders. I mistakenly addressed it as lingering fatigue from physical exertion; I’d done a few hours of … More Oh, What the Hey!
A long time ago I took part in a guided reflection during a workshop I attended. This was in a period of time when I needed a lot of help in sorting out the mess of my life. The nineteen seventies were not my favorite period. Adventuresome and risk-taking for the most part. I dealt … More Thanksgiving. A Guided Reflection on My Life
Today is Wednesday the 27th of November. Millions of turkeys are being murdered. I can’t do anything about that. Ritual is what it is. Not what I came to talk about today anyway. I’m heading out on Saturday in Rocinante II to seek a warmer setting in which to enjoy the next few months. I … More Slip, Slidin’ Away.
We’ve had plenty of days. We don’t need another. War is a racket, you know? Smedley Butler told us so. WE DIDN’T LEARN A THING Vietnam. Of course, any war will do for this discussion. They’re all the same. Scared people armed to the teeth. Jumpy as shit and not fully aware of their purpose … More Veterans Day. So What?
NEVER SAY ‘I LOVE YOU’ Natalie I had decided to give up being a warrior. Not forever, mind you; just for a period of time-undetermined. I was tired and alone; bordering on lonely. Southern California is a lovely place, inhabited by make-believe, beautiful bodies who are not friendly. I had been trying to connect with … More Never Say, I Love You
TIMEX My friend Charlene called me from Area D police station. She’d been arrested and had only one phone call. My number was the only one she could remember under the circumstances. We only had three minutes to talk. I needed to go to the station and sit with her to get the whole story. … More I Have Anniversary Encore Stories
THOSE EYES Marvelous virtuoso, (Take care, my breast!) The pit of my stomach! chakras all surge, agonize, A tune, born of a master, Fills my ear, head, and heart. While her portrait fills my eyes. The allegretto of music’s immortal Mimics a power dwelling within, Plays on a loop as those eye search mine, Eyes filled … More Those Eyes
Playing Fair and Being Kind 