Man in mismatched suit jacket and dress slacks,Both second-hand, still wears dress shirt and tie;The little girl affectionately lacksDoubts in her hugging as to reasons whyAnd, seeing only daddy, tie and suit,Loves him, though he is worn out, face hirsute.What I determined in less than a glanceDoes not occur to her in precious time.And maybeContinue reading “Un Quidam”
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The Bed
Making my own bed I recall my dadWho now needs help to make his bed, who madeHis bed the way my mother had directed,Tucking this in like that, aligned just so.He has no reason after she has diedTo make the bed that way, and yet he does.You meet these other persons who fold clothesOdd ways,Continue reading “The Bed”
Secrets in The Secret Life – the Several Renditions of Walter Mitty
The Secret Life of Walter Mitty was an original short story, very short, in fact, first published in The New Yorker Magazine in March of 1939. It was next part of Thurber’s book published by Harcourt Brace in 1942, My World and Welcome to It. It was first made into a full-length motion picture releasedContinue reading “Secrets in The Secret Life – the Several Renditions of Walter Mitty”
Love Physics
There is a world where love is real and moreThe fabric of space-time continuumIs love itself and loving feelings soarSurrounded by a love force field in someLoving dimension outside what we knowWhere only true love’s lovers dare to goFast as the speed of love in loving looksEscape velocity beyond attractionNot found in any scientific booksDiscoverContinue reading “Love Physics”
What’s In Store
I used to help my father at the storeAnd once back home would carry heavier things,Or so I thought, not seeing all he boreFeeling alone, a lonely weight age brings.During the week he waited for me: IWould wait for him slow walking while we shopped.He missed me I knew when I was not by;I missContinue reading “What’s In Store”
Seven Days of Sinbad
Arbeit Macht Frei? Sunday remains a day of hope and dread Anticipating Monday’s stressful dawn Still thinking all’s well as we go to bed Uncertain what we base our feelings on. We sleep and dream out of a known unknown Clinging to notions of our hoped-for schemes, Wild flowers in the night like mushrooms grownContinue reading “Seven Days of Sinbad”
Sex is the continuation of conversation by other means
I think it’s important to understand this. Human communication is largely non-verbal. To a great extent the goal of social life is at least connected to having more intimate relations if not focused on getting to know everyone and anyone too well for the common good. More later. Feel free to join the conversation.
El Gato Negro
Young crows appear invalid, even mangy, Strutting their stuff into the street, Just like a couple of cowpokes, rangy With stilted steps, as they gawk for tidbits to eat. Around the corner on a slab of concrete lies A form epitomizing night Until it unfolds itself gazing with a guise That shows surprising poise andContinue reading “El Gato Negro”
Wilds of the Mind
Who Am I Anyway? The thoughts, the sequence of the concepts we are following, are trying to express, sometimes get away from us, sometimes evade us, like the prey escapes the predator in a chase. A friend had this experience in conversation with me. Suddenly his thought eluded his presence of mind and he lostContinue reading “Wilds of the Mind”
The Twilight Zone Revisited and Reviewed: Walking Distance, Season One, Episode Five
Inspired or perhaps hoodwinked into reviewing and revising my opinion of The Twilight Zone, I’m watching Walking Distance. As a child, I saw the ham-handedness, the melodramatic obviousness of what were and are supposed to be Whoa! mind-blowing concepts. For example, in this episode, our man Sloan remarks in the drugstore how the proprietor was always sleepingContinue reading “The Twilight Zone Revisited and Reviewed: Walking Distance, Season One, Episode Five”
I Dwell In Possibility 