Lost

I lost my keys. How is it possible that after I pulled my car in the driveway my keys completely disappeared? I’ve searched through every drawer and underneath every cushion. Nothing. Perhaps my lost keys are symptom of a much larger problem. Maybe losing...

magic fingers

I started work young – thirteen I think.  Chambermaid at the Redwood Motel.  It did not go so well.  In fact I hated it.  While others, including my sister, seemed to gain pleasure from making the bathroom shine, I would wipe it down with the dirty towels that were...

On Love as in Who and How Do We Love

“Can such stiff and formal moldings as words capture the spirit-essence of love?”  – Pearl Buck. The answer seems to be – it depends on who you ask. If you ask a poet, he or she might say My love is like a Red Red Rose Or You only have to let the soft animal...

a pain in my neck

I have a pain in my neck. I mean a real pain in my neck, like the kind Mary Shelley must have been having when she envisioned the character of Frankenstein; his head being held on with a bolt that went clean through from one side to the other. Sometimes, it keeps me...

Fishing

I declared a writing retreat for myself this weekend. A conspiracy of seemingly unrelated events was to leave me home alone from Saturday morning to Sunday evening and I had little choice but to make good on my blah blah blah for why my writing over the past few...

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