Programming Failures

Programming Failures I get in the car, turn on the radio to keep listening to the program I was listening to in the house before I had to run this errand. I am captivated by the story on NPR— a man blind since his 14th year climbed Mount Everest. I was hanging on every word,Continue reading “Programming Failures”

Tradition of Bias on the Drive Home

Tradition of Bias on the Drive Home We agree the Thanksgiving dinner was wonderful— the turkey, perfection the rolls, divine— the variety of indulgences colored the countertop like a mosaic and we consumed everything with the hunger of the starved. The homemade apple pie, gone, before we finished our heaping plates, but it was okayContinue reading “Tradition of Bias on the Drive Home”

Oh, Ocean ~ Part II

Oh, Ocean ~ Part II As I walked toward you for our last evening stroll I started to feel the melancholy of saying goodbye. Our days passed so quickly didn’t they? I will miss the offerings you pushed onto the shore just for me— the broken, imperfect shells and sand dollars— you realized I likeContinue reading “Oh, Ocean ~ Part II”

Oh, Ocean

Oh, Ocean I got to know you the way a woman gets to know a lover she will never trust. I saw you every morning, casually. Liked the way you teased me, tried to touch me. But I was out of reach until I saw something I wanted, walked closer, let you have me forContinue reading “Oh, Ocean”

American Contrarians

American Contrarians Understand why we don’t understand.We are full-belliedwith a refrigerator full of greens and meats,most of which will be shit-cannedafter the expiration date stings us with the reminder that, once again,we failed to live responsibly— failed not to waste almost everything. Still, we commit to making the worlda slightly better place.There are two carsContinue reading “American Contrarians”

My Son Calls Me Plato

My Son Calls Me Plato Before I go to the grocery I always ask him “anything you want?” and always every time he says “shakes”— you know, the breakfast kind chocolate pack of twelve I say no way every time— it’s become a joke an affectionate game because I always come home with something healthyContinue reading “My Son Calls Me Plato”

5:47 a.m.

5:47 a.m. Every fucking goddamn morning like clockwork my head on my pillow dreaming the sweetest of dreams when the barking pierces my slumber breaks into my consciousness jabs me into the most irritated state causes me to grit my teeth consider the guns some people used to assault this kind of problem back inContinue reading “5:47 a.m.”

Sometimes I’m So Happy

Sometimes I’m So Happy Yes sometimes everything is wonderful perfect just right a smile finds its way to my lips there is so much happiness gratitude abundance so much right in my little world and every time I feel the delights of this or that my wish is so simple pure earnest my wish isContinue reading “Sometimes I’m So Happy”

The complete and total irrationality of the bullshit proposition that there is something beyond the reality of personal choices that put up road blocks we can’t possibly step over or around

You say Karma is the reasonis the whyis the answer to my question —according to your logicit’s why I’m paying the pricesuffering the consequence of my actionsmy honestymy truthmy plea to the one personwho might have given us her blessingand nowshe might as well be the god you pray tobecause you’re waiting for an answerthatContinue reading “The complete and total irrationality of the bullshit proposition that there is something beyond the reality of personal choices that put up road blocks we can’t possibly step over or around”

Phantom Love

Phantom Love Today your love was like a phantom limb. It saved me, caught me after a fall. The house painter I hired in August was supposed to be finished by the end of September but kept postponing delaying rescheduling and here it is the end of October and the call came again— a totalContinue reading “Phantom Love”