Writings in the Dark

June 20, 1997  Friday The dark has yet to take a complete grasp on the night.  A rim of sky, skirted above the treeline, meets the black.  Tonight, an eerie, black moon spies on me as I write this in the open air. Tonight, when I returned home to Elmwood, I was restless.  I called…

When We Meeyte

 

The Improvised Christmas

  December 25, 2005  Sunday What a strange Christmas today is, odd in its normality.  What was the difference between today and an early April Thursday?  The first sign that the tide was still Yule came as we were driving across the tunnel this morning as the sun was rising.  Few were on the road…

So This Is the Blues

written June 2010 The average person on the street would rather endure a light carpet-bombing than visit the old hometown.  Opinions on most birthplaces range from questionable queasiness to downright despondence,depending on if you are an escapee or one of the ones left behind to pick up the pieces and carry on.  It may creep…

“Crazy in My Happiness”

written June 2010 In my Navy days my home was the size of a pine box.  I know what you’re thinking; I’m slyly comparing my past shipboard sleeping arrangements to the grave.  But in this case I was envious of the dead- at least they did not have to endure other sailors’ toxic socks and…