Category Archives: Non-Fiction

The Song

It had its own song.  It came from every direction.  There were highs.  There were lows.  The dynamics changed from soft to loud then back again.  In this mix was a clever little girl with a sing-song voice. She was … Continue reading

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On A Trip

“Papa, I can always tell we’re about to go on a trip because my tummy tells me so.” We’d been on the road for no more than ten minutes.  The car swerved and pulled to the right.  A semi-truck had … Continue reading

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Work Before Play

The roads were slippery. The car slid into the turn. The backend wanted to fish out, but it was easy to keep in check. The slow speed and early acceleration let the car missile through a gentle curve – albeit … Continue reading

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Visited Before

I’ve come to see you before. It has actually been twice. The first time was a special trip. The second was for a show. Both were wonderful times.

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Shower

It would be very easy to say that it was the form.  It had been thought of before at length.  Volumes could be written about that alone.  The pose, however, was unique.

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Ten Days

Barnes and Nobles was crowded with children. Ricky Ricotta was missing. Captain Underpants was there. I don’t like underpants. Carle was alluring. Kids were waiting for a story teller. Where do these guys come from? They are so dreadful. Surely … Continue reading

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Lights

The gaps are interesting. It’s a break in the outside the traditional form. The gaps are never there in our memory. All we have are the curves from the outline. It’s a basic form everyone understands. This is why the … Continue reading

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Juggernaut’s Hand Is Lost

It’s hard to stretch up on your toes to do work: tightening screws, screwing in hooks, or placing a nail. A bad back does not help. The pain is subtle and familiar. It seems to affect the world. Everything amplifies.

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On The Back

I am looking at the hair on my lover’s back. They move upward from the rise and fall of the curves. They all reach toward the sky. There are many. They are a black silhouette.

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