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.
This is a re-write of an imagined discovery. I died in the woods near my house. The four dogs who lived there; Ranger, Shadow, Dillon, and Chief found me. Each of the dogs weighed over one hundred pounds. Ranger and Shadow were brothers, Dillon a yellow lab, and Chief a Samoyed/Golden Retriever mix. Quite a … More Lost and Found 2nd Draft
EARTH’S SIXTH MASS EXTINCTION EVENT IS UNDERWAY But Fred is O.K. He sat out in the sun drinking from a water bottle. What a nice day he thought and smiled a little smile. He was facing the screen door with his back to the South and the heat from the sun felt oh, so good! … More Up, Up, and Away!
I am procrastinating. Things I ought to be involved with right now: Making a poster to promote volunteering with Alternatives to Violence Project in Maine. We need help badly. Shopping for a Printer that uses only black ink. I’m tired of buying Magenta and Yellow cartridges for nothing. Shopping for a new stove and a … More Say Something…Even If It’s Wrong!!!
I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE… Or, somebody call the cops. Things are out of control! My look-off point, that place toward which I stare to visualize what it is I want to express later, is just about West-North-West and about thirty degrees elevation. From my seat in The Castle, it is out the top … More Sky Patrol
Here is a note I made to myself to record a writing prompt that whisped through my mind some time ago. I can almost enjoy it. The story line is typical of some fantasy that will pour through the old brain early in the A.M. ALIEN ROOMMATE Raised by catfish in a creek near Ft. … More I’m Trying
I feel like a motherless child. Sometimes I feel like a motherless child, a long, long way from home. I’m getting closer to home as each day passes. Heretofore, I’ve felt like my past was the way back but just now as I listen to Odetta sing I reckon the way home is just ahead. … More A Motherless Child
Playing Fair and Being Kind 