A CRAFTSMAN The broken figure steps up into the abandoned workshop and stops to adjust to the neglect and silence. An atmosphere of resentment reeks. The forgotten tools, boards, fasteners, and machines lie hulking and motionless. Not a sound. Still there is the din of rejection and estrangement. His eyes stare at the decrepitude. No … More A Craftsman
HOW THE EARTH WORKS The water tries to push past the ledge, Shoulders block its path, Drenching power from across the ocean, Felt deep within, Rising and falling from So far away, Way, way beyond the horizon. Massive forms rise and resist With weighty presence of stone, Ledge stuck to the geological foot of Ages … More Ocean Point, Maine
Hard Times Have No Beginning Inspired by Mississippi Goddam I’ve been preoccupied a lot lately. For about a couple years more or less. This goddam president is nuttier than a fruit-cake and everyone is quiet. Everyone meaning those who can do something about it. This jerk is a cancer on the world. No one is … More Oy!
PEOPLE IN HELL WANT ICE-WATER! A common response to any boat-sailor* beginning a sentence with the words, “I want”. • I want to eat food that doesn’t contribute to my early death. • I want to be able to carry my weight easily on my own two feet. • I want to be able to … More I Want…
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THE 4TH OF JULY (fucking yay) It is the fourth and it is after dark, after nine P.M. I sit and listen to explosions from the Harbor and the noise reverberates around the hills and up the rivers and off the islands and boats filled with glassy-eyed…
TORMENT IN POIPU Today, the temperature, humidity, and barometric pressure does what it always does. The air presses against my face and holds me stationary. On overcast days like this the dark courtyard of crooked, cement walkways and the fecundity of banana trees and abandoned gardens match the little death in my heart. She quietly … More Poipu
Patient Portal Goldberg, Stanley d.o.b. 02-19-1945 SG: I got myself into a jam with this refill. I have only 6 tablets left and this is Friday so I fear that the refill order from Dr. Ronan will not reach the pharmacy until Monday and then I will have only 3 tablets left. What to do, … More Patient Portal
THE SECRET GARDEN I read THE SECRET GARDEN many years ago, maybe when I was nine or ten years old. I was mesmerized by the story and the characters. I loved being Mary and I was creeped out by the nightly cries of Colin in the huge house. When Mary found the garden and began … More The Secret Garden
I’m reading “The Air-Conditioned Nightmare”. Miller can string some words together, can’t he? Wonderful images and intelligent commentary. Here is what came of this morning’s reading. HENRY MILLER Reading Henry Miller in the morning, in the sun, outdoors. The page is full of wonderfully arranged words and images aligned into ribbons of delight and disgust. … More Henry Miller
AMOS MEETS THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE He Flubs It Amos crawled out of the old Mustang and grabbed his denim jacket from behind the driver’s seat. He was going into the western wear store just off the interstate in Tulsa. He liked the place with the hats and boots and belts and all. Just … More Amos Meets His True Love.
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