Questions

How can we go up, while the movement outside the window is going down? Dad and Ma and us four(at the time) kids had lugged the heavy suitcases through the snow, to our new home. We pushed through the heavy green outside door,. Ma pushed a gold button on the lobby...

Over the Rainbow

Over the Rainbow My friend said to write a piece titled ‘Over the Rainbow’.My mind enclosed those words like a Venus Fly Trap and that was almost end of story. I bristled when first seeing her words. Don’t know why. Maybe this! Rainbows were once...

The Last Bookstore

I hope fully that it’s not the last, because ‘last’ has been crossing my mind a lot these days. A lot compared to what/when?When the d words (demise, destruct, delete) hover,like gulls above the ferry, waiting for a tasty morsel. Scene...

Reggie, me and Kaia

I was 4 paragraphs into writing this note.My fingers reacted quicker than this mind,and deleted the recorded thoughts.(Guess I needed to start anew.)So here we go again. Reggie, me and Kaia.Reggie was the first canine. A Miniature SchnauzerBuddha companion. The...

What am I capable of?

What am I capable of? I didn’t know I was capable of being more at home with dogs than with people. For about 20 years I lived with canines, exclusively. Exclusively with people after Vietnam (hmmm . . . had to open some dusty folders), six or 7 years. I...

Netflix. Woodstock.

Netflix. Woodstock. just watched Netflix, Woodstock.Got emotional. Tears rolling freelyto below my lips. It talks about free love. I missed all that free love.I got back in ’68, 1 year afterI left, minus a few days. Going to Woodstock was a dreamon my...

Word Ramble

Just start writing and follow where it leads.Don’t be afraid(fully or even kind of), to fall beneath the surface. Actually, just feelLove is the menu,inclusive of all life. Fear pops in and out like batteries, loose. Power on. Power off.The In-between...

I feel . . .

I feel . . .I feel lifeI feel loss don’t know deathso can’t feel ittoday I saw bright flowers,picked blue berries,(a mixing bowl full) visited my VA doctorordered a creamy breve,served by a sensuous woman. walked around the gardenate a few cherry...

Forget

Vietnam, a long agostill changing story.be hear live now. war is warnot confined to yesteryearor even yesterday. You want war?Have a ‘my way’ fight. I’m right. No. I’m right. you want war?It’s not mine to givereceive accept whatever...

In my backyard

In my back yardwe round them upand send them backacross the border In the newsthey bulldoze housesbecause the earth has value,not the homes of others In my back yardfathers and sons are killedand dragged and lynchedand jailed just because In the newsolive orchards...

a Longtime friend

a Longtime friend A longtime friend sends you a Happy Birthday FB post. You laugh out loud because today is May 30th, exactly 30 days before your burfdae. You respond with a FB message, to avoid embarrassing S. ‘Hi S. You are 30 days early. My burfdae is on June...

Welcome Home (week 2 of 10)

Welcome home (week 2 of 10) a Preface to your welcome home.This time as a baby boy. So many homes you just don’t know about, but each return visit HERE is different. You may appear as a tree, apple, gold, nugget, fish, deranged nut job, dingle berry, hair...

Here’s a liddle story

Here’s a liddle story for you.Thirty odd (may have been even) years ago, I got a book for a dollar. ‘Tongues of Fire’ by Grace H. Turnbull, copyright 1929, off of a dusty Strand Book Store shelf. Loved the quiet. Loved the floor space, low pace,...

MAGIC (week 1 of 10)

Magic is being here alive and continuing on. For years there was a recurrent dream/nightmare of me, as an adult being nailed inside of a coffin. Always waking up in a sweat. The last time I was with C at my place, I think. C and I had smoked some pot and were...

So, here we go with a sit down.

So, here we go with a sit down do it make up class for lost time.Yeah, I know what you may be thinking. I said ‘may’, remember please. We, you and me, are not what appearsto be real to me and you.Oh sure, there are degrees of realblah blah blah ....

Fear

Fearin the present or of the futuremay be literal and not so. Literal,You are caged in chainsin an alien world,new language and customs. Forced to be with a matethat speaks another dialectjust to produce babies, to increase the supplyof colored people, called...

Because

Because Because life is like that.In one door, out the other.We live in between doors. Because I walked outside& Kaia was on the decklooking up at me. Because I was thinking, ‘You’re pretty’ and just thinking won’t get very farin the...

Lessons

Lessons When I was an early teenwe lived on the 13th floorin the Lillian Wald houseson Avenue D in New York City. Ma sent me to the storefor Taystee or Wonder Bread.”Here’s the money. Don’t forget the receipt.”OK ma. The elevators, both odd and...

We will outlive them.

Mama, outlive who? Those that mute our voicesand chain our bodies Those that collude and sentence usto gas chambers and electric chairs Those that tell their childrenwe are rabble, rats and roaches Those that cage our childrenand banish us to other places Child, think...

We are them!

News flash!(on inheritance) Look at all the folks (from babies on up) staring into rectangular appendages. We already got them,the robots. With a little more programming,forget about manufacturing them. We are them! f201

Inheritance,

Inheritance, something transmitted by or acquiredfrom a predecessor. Hmmm . . . never gave inheritance much thought.Here goes . . . TrustMy mom, an Austrian-Polish Jew, they said.My dad, Afro-American, Choctaw, Cherokeehe said. I see me as me, a sub-categoryof...

the Progression

the Progression The old guy walks different dogsaround the baseball fieldat Buck Lake Park,one dog at a time.Me and Kaia run for miles on the trailsand return to the car exhausted. The old man walks different dogsaround the baseball fieldat Buck Lake Park,one dog at a...

nuf said. me

The child in meis still methis many years later. That un-trusting frightened onestill hovers in the background,popping up when he whiffs fear. The first to test the waters.Is that a porpoise or a crocodile waiting just beneath the surface? An inner cast of...