Jimmy scoffed, and kept pummeling me with his story...
There was a lovely woman in Kirkwall, on my honeymoon with Scott in Orkney. I have one photo of her, and I remember her name being “Barbara.” She wore a red beret, large brown clogs and sweatpants. Typical of the acquaintances we easily made, she was from California. She had wanted to live in Orkney for… Continue reading Timeless Orkney
Because they aren't with me, my cats leave a chalk outline in my life...
Can Mornings be found in LA?
The first mistake is to make up one's mind too soon about what kind of day you're having. Especially if you know you run to morbidity. Then trying to decide it's a good day seems forced, and everything the whole day long will be duly difficult. Try wandering up and down the house or apartment… Continue reading Morning Mood/Cranberries
I’ve just begun to formulate some discipline around writing. I’ve been a stream-of-consciousness-essayist until now. Short bits, finished in one sitting. Oh, I’ve also been a poet, and I would pour hours over the correct rhythm, the most pleasing rhyme or anti-rhyme. I’ve been known to edit myself to death as well. But a thoroughly… Continue reading Dam the Discipline
It's time for an oldie and a goodie for today, my friends. It's terribly hot throughout the United States, and in honor of this, you guessed it, a poem about a hot summer. Enjoy with your favorite iced beverage or skinny dip. Don't drown your computer, as they tend to fuss. SOUTHERN SUMMER A swelling… Continue reading Southern Summer