Stories

Webster’s defines story as the telling of a happening or connected series of happenings, whether true or fictitious.

I have my own definition. A story is any recollection/telling, mental or verbal, of an event. Even true stories are ‘made up’ because they are never related in the ‘moment to moment’ experience. 5 people will relate an event from their own perspective.

My stories are all made up, just as yours are. We create, accept and choose to believe them as truth or not.

My stories follow.

a Turning Point

a Turning Point. So, where to start,because there issuch a point. When mind is on recall track(talking about mine)this little bit would not be hereopening space for memory recall. OK,I just had the necessary recallto rehash a long ago storypulled from dusty old bins....

Pioneer,

Pioneer,a person who is among the first to exploreor settle a new country or area. Settler,a person who moves with a group of othersto live in a new country or area. The first pioneers to this land mass, arrived here(it is estimated)between 25,000 and 12,000 years...

Evolution at work.

Evolution at work. Before: Curtail the uncontrolled sale of guns. Then: Guns aren't the issue. It''s the shooters. and Then: We are trying to determine why they did it. Now: When it happened, our kids hid. Yippeee Don't take my word for this evolution.Listen closely...

Let go of what?

Let go of what? Break it down to the nitty-gritty,neutrons, protons and quarks. View life from that perspectiveand find black and white, them and us, the whole world of mineand yours, love and hating others. Those thoughts only live hereon surface layers of communing....

the End.

the End. Struggling and pushedout by us both is the climactic signof human growth. For how longI will remain here no one hasa clear idea. The living environmentand nourishment source may help chartmy future course. I might develop fearshut down and retreat or follow...

the A, B, C’s skip a beat.*

the A,B,C's skip a beat.* Azaniness.cunningxylene, vapor inducedelfvisuals and voices weregatheredtheinsanerealizingkinfolk,parables,mindlessnonsense andopportunists andlaughter,quietlyjargon,supportive,heardultra-conservativeFredwarmongeringdaybreak,yahoos.Before...

Volunteering

Was it for two or three years?At my age, a year apart doesn't make a difference. Being a hospice respite volunteer. Hospice Care of Kitsap County closed its doors in 2015 because of budget shortfalls. The 24 hour Care Center had 15 beds, but some were always empty....

a Laughing Matter?

a Laughing Matter? This recalled memory had me laughing just now. I was living in a studio apartment in Elmhurst, Queens, NY.,placed a saucepan of chicken wings in water on the range to boil,then visited a friend one floor down.An hour or so later she asked, "What's...

Seeing all too clearly.

Seeing all too clearly. Waiting, hoping for changefor something to happen will not hit the jackpotand get what you want. In my case it's easy to knowthe one word that tells all. FEAR.I say I have done this and thathave lived here and there won awards and gotten...

a Living Sacred Key

a Living Sacred Key We search for a joyful lightand avoid the dark of nightthat enables us to really see light and dark are both the keyto having balance in this lifewith joy, pain, love and strife. Let us stop looking out therewhen the answer lives herewithin without...

imagine

imagine imagine a peopletotally severed from their birth languageand tangible culture. imagine a peopleshipped to a new land and coined sub-humanby those that control. imagine a peopledeprived of all schooling then many years laterseen as hostile and brutish. imagine...

baggage carriers

baggage carriers. we all are,aren't we? it is easier to seethem carry it, than to see minebeing lugged along. when mind is seenand related with air is fresherand love smiles outloud. f

me me me & us

What's in it for me?me me me If I don't care for mewho will? me me meme me me others make a differenceus feel the difference in a wordme us me me me us When you feel ityou know the power. Words.What's in it for us? f

Spirit Backpack

Spirit BackPack carry it heavycarry it lifting I AMdead undecided alive being and notbetween knowing neither here or there.A dimension beyond body mind spiritillusions out loud. carry it heavycarry it lifting You decide. f

You hear me?

You hear me? When spirits speak,many will listen. Hearing and listeningare not the same. We may listen to the words,and not hear their meaning. Some one will say blah blah blah.If that is you, please move on. It's amazing how words can flipthe switch. You hear me?...

a Private Letter Made Public

a Private Letter Made Public Regarding my 'Color Matters', another writer stated,"A vexatious subject in many ways, not least for the unhappiness it can cause".My response was, Some may agree this subject of color is infuriating, frustrating and downright...

a Living Paradise

a Living Paradise Paradise is being conscious of each breathin out in communion with all existence.More still, paradise is engagingwith energetic flow behind appearance. Paradise includes all aspects of life and deathand storms and calm and sex and gender and...

Color Matters

Color Matters Many people discuss white privilege.Other folks just can't fathom it.Some will think they know. When you live it each dayin your heart and bones,what is there to think? White folks can snooze here. Now let's talk light privilege.Here we mean shades of...

Color, Then and Now.

Color, Then and Now. May I ask you to consider my thoughtson social and racial privilege,in its past and current forms? Our dominant North American culture evolved from Europe,so let us start there. Whiteness was/is likened to purity.European aristocracy painted and...

I AM Here

I AM HERE Who AM I? Where is HERE?Let's answer the questions put forth,before moving on to unrelated topics. Who am I?"Who are you?" is the primary question we asked the person sitting across from us. We asked and respondedfor 10 days, I think it was.Other time was...

Fear rules the roost

Fear rules the roostlong ago rootsalive today. Chipping thru a rockwall so tallmoving one breath at a pain full timeopening to a lifeshut down long ago. The inside here friendssaved this mind bypulling shutters closed keeping the out outthe in in hereand doors locked...

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 beautiful happenings...

Before the apple bite

Before the apple bite I AM the rain, the dark, the light,the black white christian jewbuddhist muslim otherfather motherme and you. Oneness is as much an illusionas Goddesses Gods Saviorsall of the Higher Powersand imagined others. The 5 basic senses can not...

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 1:When I have...

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 wife's...

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 didn't know 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 to do,...

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 tomatoeslooked at the...

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 Go to war? You sure?You don't...

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 follicle,...

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, millions of books,...

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 . . . Let's...

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 3-D world Because...

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 even,didn't work or...

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...

Looking Back

Babies are not born winners or losers.They land here devoid of judgment. Let's recall from back then to now. When did bawling babies become"Make sure they're dead"winners and loser? "The victims are fleeing violence"Look around my friend.Fleeing to...

Some Times

Some times I wanna' be goneabsolutely MIAno longer here When it feels rightjust leave the planetfor un-mind/body ventures This may be where fearpops upin the minds of others "Leave the planet?""Are you talking about . . .?""Ohhh God, I'm not goin' there." We call it...

Be Love

be Love . . . but we want more,always more financial gainhappinesspeace and fame. Some saywe can get and give Lovebut cannot be it. Some saypray to Himonly He reigns Some saybe free let go the reins Few saybe hear now I am the rains seaskyearthother mother...

Since June 3rd, 2019

there has been duty, quiet, tearsand just now I am sad, alone, emptyNo, not alone. Lonely! Sure, there are words, the garden,projects in no distinct order. Breathe, look around. What's missing? The warmth of an other. There is no otherbeyond words and thought. How...

I saw a sign,

I saw a sign,'Support Immigrants'Made me wrinkle my brow. Support immigrants?Even the buffalo immigrated here,from some where. Think about it.We're all immigrants.Support which immigrants? f ADDENDUMA friend said buffalo were always here or may have migrated, but not...

What abounds?

The body and mindtemporary vesselsare recastin one form or an other Spirit rises as a toe, tonguecherry tree bearing fruita thought out loudor nested in silence I thank light and darkand in betweenfor all the blessingswe've shared in life Are they separateor is there...

all is Still

all is Still. [OK. Take a slow breath or two or more ] Still is never enough, is it?[Here comes the preachy talk.] Still is defined by the 'and' or 'what' words.More short stories in the making. Can you imagine your MindStill in still with no Why? Now see before...

So, here we are again.

So, here we are again. Listening to chatter on NPR. 2 Black sounding men discussing music. Mellow. Jessie Smollett popped into view.I got up, did stuff and am at the keyboard. I [kinda] hate going off course BUT it is awkward to 'fuck-you' peck at the...

Another Story

Another Story. Change is consistent and continuous.Many of us say that. Yet,being and observing changeis not the same. Some live it.Some talk about it.Some don't give a ***t(k).Some are in between. We say live in the moment.A story takes placein the span betweenmoment...

Just past 3 AM

Just past 3 AMI woke from a nightmarerealityheart in throatfear We focus on petsart trees beessons daughterssun and mooneach other and avoid the inevitable. Just past 3 AMI wokein cold chilling darknot knowing, just feelingalone They cut down many treesherean...

Dying Words of a Hospice Patient, ‘Forever’.

Dorothy Parker's short story 'Arrangement in Black and White' influenced my work, Dying Words of a Hospice Patient, 'Forever'. I'm on the . . Sure, I'd like to talk, uhhh, have a seat. That's right, Jeffrey Anderson. Thank you very much. I just gave names to the...

I have to come clean here.

I have to come clean here. The first time I heard on NPR Jessie Smollent (the 'Empire' actor)walked into a police precinctwith a noose around his neck my liddle voice said 'fake news',then moved on to more gabble. The first thing a black man would dois get that...

Symbiosis

Symbiosis There are 3 types of relating(the Word book says). Commensalism - One partner wins, the other has no idea.Mutualism - Both partners may benefit or survive on their own, or not.Parasitism- One partner benefits, the other is harmed.The web is an amazing to use...

the Bullet Tin Scripture

the Bullet Tin Scripture Sit back and chill If you wanna do somethinglisten to the childrenthe child if you only have one inside. I'm gonna call these bits n pieces 'bullet tins'.Why not bullets?Cause bullets cause harm and there is no other, so forget mother father...

Bullet-Ten Questions

Bullet-Ten Questions ***Who breaks the law?illegals Who makes the law?Legals came here killed the native buffalo foodchained a people's body and mindtested bombs on 2 Asian cities and they still make the law. ***in Poor Towna child today may be an adult killedby a...

the Agreement

Before you read this or not, please be forewarned. What follows may not be a poem, but once it took off, I could not stop it. Not sure if throwing in line breaks turns words into a poem. There I go 'wording off' again. *****the Agreement We had one, didn't...

the CARROT and the stick WORLD

falling forthe CARROT and the stick WORLD Carrots are used for many purposes. Some folks may cover their mouths, aghast.Others think about a glass of fresh squeezed juice.Me? I'm talking about the donkey carrot, the greyhound rabbit, and the human habit....

TRUST

TRUST is not a continuum,though like all else,it appears to be. "OK, I just stepped out of character." I have no idea where this is heading.Let's follow and see if we break a leglike they say in showbiz OR wind uptapping [Delete], saying good night to the dog,and...

“Incoming . . .”

I SHOUT, "I'M COMING . . ." The sun is hotter today.The stink is worse. coagulatedblood n gutsflies(where there used to be eyes)bits n piecesbody partscollectedin zippered bags "You got 10 minutes to chow down!" Lunch timeC rations, a plastic spoon, a P-38I trade...

Kaia & Luna, mostly

Let's see what 8:44 PM backward gives us. 8:44 PM and back. Had steak and salad for dinner. Kaia had bits of steak in low sodium organic beef broth mixed with mushed pumpkin and her daily meds. Added 30mg of codeine* to her meal to help her chill from the limping...

the WAY home

Maybe I will call all this stuff, stuff. That's what it is, right? Stuff! Break that stuff down, and get what you want. Is seeing believing OR does believing come firstOR does it even matter? Lets not forget the Way Home is not a destination,a voyage, an...

no name, 6

no name, 6 'Bridge Over Troubled Water', then 'Many Rivers To Cross' filled my head after Vietnam. Well, not directly after. Directly after, I was going to get a job in the newly established computer field. That's where the money was being made. Next I would take time...

no name 5

no name, 5 I am liking this 'no name' continuation. It frees mind from 'thinking in the box'. That takes more work than is necessary, 'thinking in the box'. Think about it! See what I mean? 'I follow my feet' is what I say.'Saying and doing' are different realities....

no name, 4

'no name, 4' The first 3 sentences plus 3 words in 'no name, 1' follow.I lay down to rest last night and the word 'forgiveness' sprang up. I thought we were going to be talking about my relationship with dad. My lined yellow pad was close at hand. The next instant . ....

no name, 3

no name, 3 OK, 'no name, 3'* was at the top of tonight's agenda. I cooked dinnerdid dishesSpent time with Kaiaand the mirrorStacked booksFlapped Jacks None of that matters.The intention was to sit and write. Give the distractions any name you want.What you name...

Words, Images and Canines

Words, Images and Canines I relate with images, words, and canines,easier than I do with adult humans. WORDSI AM accumulated air and extracted breath,‘til the day I die. (Die? A whole other topic.)I AM what/where/how I AM,now and not. Not until Nowmeans Now, Now, . ....

the ‘Master Manipulator’

the 'Master Manipulator'Our President is a 'Master Manipulator'. He has made the current negotiation about getting or not getting a physical barrier between the U.S. and Mexico. He says, "You Democrats don't want to protect our country".Chuck and Nancy say, "We do...

“I lead the Free World”.

"I lead the Free World". It was chilling to hear and observe the President of the United States slowly read his prepared speech as a monotone monologue. I wonder how many of our leaders on the Left OR the Right will comment on his robot-like delivery. 'Monotonous...

no name, 2

Here we are, back at it. We came up out of the station (me and the sisters), somewhere in Kolkata (formerly Calcutta). I had been staying in an area where many of the hostels were located. All the maimed beggars, wobbly cloth and cardboard homes, and hands out, palms...

no name, 1

I lay down to rest last night and the word 'forgiveness' sprang up. I thought we were going to be talking about my relationship with dad. My lined yellow pad was close at hand. The next instant I was in the Bombay (currently Munbai ) airport. Our plane from Athens had...

Malcolm X said . . .

Malcolm X said, “Being an old farm boy myself, chickens coming home to roost never did make me sad; they always made me glad.” Basically, 'what goes around, comes around' or 'we get what we sow', again and again.   A...

Confession

In a written piece from December 10th, 'Let's talk about Vietnam', I wrote, 'I was raised with hatred for Jews and even the word repulsed me'. A friend asked, "How long did it take to transform that hatred?" I really don't know. After 70+ years of exploration,...

Why does a ❤️ symbolize love?

Why does a ❤️ symbolize love? Generally FB (Facebook) reader responses are limited to emoji faces, thumbs and hearts. Could it be the return to basic hieroglyphics and cave art, a language even the illiterate may communicate with? Here's a question. Why does...

Let’s talk about Vietnam.

Let's talk about Vietnam. a side note: My pen hand is jumpier than usual. Don't know why.   Back to Vietnam. Let's see what words pop up. strength in numbers. fear  fear  fear outside in. inside out.   I blocked many outside-in experiences....

a Pig’s tale

a Pig's tale We just had the yummiest smoked ham hocks ever eaten by 2 beings, one human, one canine. Two days ago I was shopping in Central Market and saw these petite, ankle-sized hocks (4 of them) packaged together. Normal sized hocks look like grandpa's swollen...

in the Underground Railroad

in the Underground Railroad Why do Pete Davidson, Conor McGregor and Donald Trump get so much attention? The Kardashian's offer peeks at altered body parts. Rihanna and Kayne have followers world-wide. What is the common denominator?  Give up? They all perform on a...

Let’s have a real short talk,

Let’s have a real short talk, about black and white people in America. I observed a story involving a black man walking with two pre-teen white children. Of course, watching a story on YouTube and being present frame to frame (before any story can manifest) are very...

Loving life AND death

When the teacher appears, we may not acknowledge the lesson immediately. I am sharing an example. A few days ago at a potluck, I jokingly asked if your covered dish was beef tartare. You lifted the cover on the platter. I saw sliced cucumbers and tomatoes and . . ....

‘You will die today’,

'You will die today', greets me in the morning, some times. I used to quake, be rattled, and scrunch up under the bed covers. Now I get up, accept today is the day, shower, flush, brush, dress, collar Kaia and pull the door closed behind us. I help her up the portable...

3 Bits of Pieces

3 Bits of Pieces   a Bit of History   Mr. Trump has widened a wound, never fully closed, still festering, since Europeans landed on these shores and brought weapons, religion, a vision of riches, measles, smallpox, cholera, savagery to kill ‘savages’, and wiped out...

a Blank Page

a Blank Page She was ninety-five and bedridden for 30 plus years. There were caregivers and her window faced the Catholic Church spires. Laying there, looking out praying, she died. Deb and I were offered the apartment, if we moved everything out and did all the...

Wake-Up!

Wake-Up! See the other side, is as temporary as yours. The Pyramids are vanishing, through the many years. Many more years, before a dust to dust, full-circle. Are some tiny particles saying 'I want to be a pyramid again'. A seed sprouts, stalks, flowers, feeds the...

1 Family photo

In the beginning, terrifying darkness reigned and found easy entry into me. My angels jumped to and battened down the hatches. Invisible rays, body/mind closures and blanking*, kept me relatively safe and sound, in those early years. *Blanking: When I felt threatened...

a Tall Tale or a Short Story?

a Tall Tale or a Short Story? Dinosaurs walked these streets before us. We named them streets. Earth is earth, no matter what you call it. Give that a thought or longer So here we are, walking dinosaur streets. What follows? A Tall Tale, this wasn't. A Short Story, I...

the Past Connection

the Past Connection It’s wonder full to be here now and now. That is one dimension of reality. Another dimension is time in space, between the 3 dimensions of past, present, and future. It’s a relaxing place to be. Then there is the connective reality. This is where...

the BlackWhite divide

The BlackWhite divide in America is based in fear From the beginning; We need more hands, to prosper. I been bought to a strange land. We can’t lose what we got. Father, daughter, brother, mother, all sold. We will kill to stay on top. It’s better to be angry and...

What is really going on behind door #1?

These are dangerous times when a U.S. President is willing to create a 'Crusader War' with Iran, to mask his own evil rise to power. Amazingly enough, he made the same threats to North Korea, before he and Kim Jong-un became bosom buddies. The most frightening aspect...

We were at the lake

We were at the lake and Kaia dipped in a few times. I was on a bench at the water’s edge, the sun dropping across the lake, at my back. A kid and the young couple returned Kaia’s friendly greetings with their own joyous responses. I smiled, we chatted, she and I...

Secrets

Secrets A child in thought is how I most remember myself. A child talking little, thinking a lot, afraid a lot. Loving peace and quiet, hating when he comes home sick. Not understanding her when she rattles on in a language that seems to be English but somehow isn’t....

Your Worst Nightmare

  Your Worst Nightmare I am your night mare bitch in heat   volcanic ash   budding embers laying-low until next time. Dishes   pots and pans full food cans flung across the room puts ‘I love you’ to the test. Do you pass or fail to see the light of day each...

Capture the Flag

Capture the Flag  is a fun kid's game. I've also played it with 20 men on opposing teams in the Canadian woods. If it were only a game, that'd be great. Regrettably it reflects life in the so-called real world.  Winning trumps resolution. Lets break it down. The...

OM OM and OM

I read somewhere that God created us in Her image. Omnipotent: Her influence touches all life on earth and beyond. Omnipresent:Her presence is everywhere at the same time. Omniscient: Her knowledge is beyond our comprehension, so why bother to define it? Christ says...

War Game Memories

Imagine peering into black, hearing cans jangle, leaning on the M60, sweating bullets, knowing some little fucker is going to slip into the bunker and slit my throat. I got through another night unscathed. Yeah! * I lived in a 2 man bunker with a brother from Chicago....

We Do Her Too

It’s a winter’s night in our 13th floor bedroom. Both windows are wide open. The room smells like urine. We shiver from the cold. One cot mattress is wet and leans against the wall, so it will dry quicker. Both sides have been eaten through by too many accidents. We...

Taxi

Taxiii . . . When I returned from Vietnam I held many different jobs for short periods of time. For more years than I can remember I drove a New York City taxicab at nights and had a multitude of memorable experiences doing so. I once picked up three young people, a...