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"this is the world as best as I can remember it"

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Seeing Myself in My Son

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It's like being given the opportunity to go back in time, but instead of getting a do over, I am an observer. I see him lying...
Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Thoughts About Writing

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Every morning I try to write a little while sipping coffee in the cafeteria of my hospital.  If I am not careful, I find myself instead ...
Monday, September 19, 2016

Godzilla Returns

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Since when did the world get so complicated?  Since I left home I would guess, though it was complicated then too, the difference being...

When Your Daughter is a Girl

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When your daughter is a girl like a candy stripe 'round a swirl there is nothing to be done but hold on tight and have some ...
Saturday, September 17, 2016

I Will Walk into the Storm

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I will walk into the storm with hope that it beats me to the ground, then whips me skyward in a mad frenzy. ...
Saturday, September 03, 2016

The Lonely Walker

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It was a beautiful day with white fluffy clouds floating in a deep blue sky full of breezes, but the walker knew nothing of this, his ...
Friday, August 26, 2016

The Hovel

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I could feel a warm rain falling about me in the darkness.  Points of brightness winked at indeterminate distances, like light coming t...
Monday, August 22, 2016

The Empty Town

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With eyes closed I feel the air moving past me and hear the drone of the box fan perched in the window beside my bed.  My mind is...
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Wednesday, August 10, 2016

The Bike with Flowers on the Seat

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It was a banana seat bike that belonged to my sister in the 70's, and I loved it.  It was blue with big U-shaped handlebars that cu...
Monday, August 08, 2016

Aaroneous Monk - opening scene

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And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the ...
Friday, August 05, 2016

The Paddle Boards

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My son and I are finding our legs on paddle boards in the choppy waters of Lake Michigan. We start on our knees, too wobbly to s...
Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Limitations

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Limitations, always limitations.  They can break your back.  With limited time and resources to pursue all the possible things I enjoy or ...
Saturday, July 23, 2016

The Therapist's Timepiece

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He saw her outline through an open fogged-over glass door in the frozen foods section of the grocery store.  Like a restless ghost she ru...
Saturday, July 09, 2016

shadows & sighs

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Shooting hoops with my son as the sun sets on our cul-de-sac suddenly realizing that even before I can pivot and shoot not even h...
Friday, July 08, 2016

The Last Goodbye

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It truly was a miracle, because love is a miracle.  I have no other way of explaining or understanding it.  Kevin had been struggling ...
Tuesday, July 05, 2016

Fairies that Rock

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I did not have to work this year on the 4th of July which provided for some nice unstructured time with Anya and we took advantage ...
Friday, June 24, 2016

Run!

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Elias had a strange energy at bedtime last night, uncharacteristically so.  He did not lie down as he usually does, but stood at the foo...
Wednesday, June 08, 2016

DOD

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The Department of Dance:  a satirical look at war Enemies dug in on opposing sides of a valley.  They are at an isolated location that is...
Saturday, June 04, 2016

A Hole in Our Neighborhood

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There is a hole in our neighborhood where a tree used to be. It anchored the corner and was the first tree my son ever climbed. ...
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A. Monk
“Aaroneous Monk” brings to mind the image of a bumbling but well-meaning hermit who continually trips himself up in his overgrown beard as he attempts to battle evil in the world but, more often than not, forgets about the darkness in his own heart. It also sounds similar to the legendary jazz pianist Thelonious Monk, but with a faux-Greek twist. Thelonious was known for being able to maintain two disparate rhythms going at the same time with his hands seemingly disconnected from each other. That kinda sums up my struggle...
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