In pre-dawn stillThe wind comes once everyThree minutes, bellowing deep in the treesSlow, picks up speed, then stops. dark ghost trainwinds down, swapping arrivers fordepartersWhose gossamer trench coating shuffle wetLeaves adhere, our front window stained Chapel glass between worlds. Warm and dry,tamed storming, unpredictable rowdyTimetables of bluster and agenda, measures of syncopated nature, theruthless spiced … Continue reading Hericane. [sic]
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Christmas Coffee in Syosset, Lawn Guyland 2015
Gimme... Yeah,...I want... Umgonnahaf... Lemmeget... . Tell you what I want. Are ya' listenin'?? Not a single please nor thank you. Not. One. And her daughter-in-puffy-jacket walked directly in front of me several times while carting coffee mugs to and fro, deciding a teacher gift. Not once did that 11- or 13-year-old child make eye … Continue reading Christmas Coffee in Syosset, Lawn Guyland 2015
The I Ching and Me. 22 October, 2018
Funny thing. Many years ago, I went to see a clairaudient at the behest of a friend. I’d been seeing, very casually and infrequently, a guy I’d met in high school (a couple years ahead of me in school). As much as we got along, he had little clue exactly what to do with me … Continue reading The I Ching and Me. 22 October, 2018
On This Day: 2 April 2016. {journal entry}
It has been several months - including the winter holiday season - since my house has given me any remote sense of joy. I really (really) like this house. It's quirky enough to satisfy my disdain of cookie-cuttery and "normal" enough to reassure my faint desire to conform. Inanimate - how could it give anything … Continue reading On This Day: 2 April 2016. {journal entry}
Horoscope of an Inappropriate Partnering.
January, 2010. We meet online -- not that we were going to admit this to anyone, or that we have any mutual friends to tell (we do not) but there it is: Truth #1. After some writing and one phone call, he asks me out. I am surprised to hear a 53-year old man nervous … Continue reading Horoscope of an Inappropriate Partnering.
Starbucks: Fireside Eavesdropping.
Dear loud nasal-voiced woman sitting over my left shoulder, Stop talking. Please. We three writers sitting quietly by the fireplace are cringing and wincing, shooting each other rolling-eyes about your "how annoying boss, Bob" and how late meeting invites were ignored. The rapid-fire banality of your workplace drama and gossip--Diana is a slut, AND she … Continue reading Starbucks: Fireside Eavesdropping.
