As you can see I don’t think that will happen. I’m more of a tardy kind of procrastinator so flashes of brilliance are not in the picture. I’m hoping it’s not agonizing but quiet and everyday.I hope it’s peaceful. That’s…

I always thought it was cool how actors used to be able to do prolonged death scenes on stage without being thought comic. Knife fights are the best, lots of time to bleed out. Mercutio even gets to make a…

(Something short today. Follows on the other 2 pieces.) Before I could say anything else, the side door opened and the members of the Correy County Board of Supervisors came into the room. Orren Hegelson, in overalls that were identical…

My brilliance has turned into folly. I brilliantly supposed that my sons and daughter would be interested to read what I wrote, so I emailed a passage to them. Never again. None replied. Not one word. My daughter clued me…

“Let me go in brilliance “, the revered actress whispered on her death bed. Sarah Bernhardt’s Window There was a young actress Who couldn’t hear the words. She heard something Low, droning, wise. (Surely they were wise). Another Actress, an…

“Let me go in brilliance!” Sarah sighed in exaggeration, flung herself back in the chaise, palm out, knuckles to forehead. “I want to be remembered for brilliance.” Kyle let her assume the pose for a half-minute before he said, “Noted.…

I remember overnight trains from when I lived in Europe. I would finally doze off and then wake up abruptly, stiff-necked, a cold space on my forehead where it had leant against the window. I would sit up and pretend…

I am as far as a train at evening. And what a train. A 25 thunderbolt plus. That’s what I’m wishing in my dreams. Because if I was as far as a train at eveni, I’d hop right on and…

I might take a train. I might take a train to Stanford and go to the museum. C & L talked about it on Easter Sunday. It’s an easy adventure with two. With one. . . well, I can do…

That sound….that sound….. ………..the score to an Andrew Wyeth painting….as iconic as wheat fields, as familiar as a backyard… ………the mechanical whine of someone leaving…..or the summer-heat soundtrack of a desired someone returning , to fill the hours with wet…

I missed the train again today You are on it

I heard this thing on NPR once from a podiatrist or rather; this is what I think I heard from a foot specialist of some kind on All Things Considered as I was driving on the freeway back from work…