Every wound is registered
May 29, 2024

There are physical wounds - the dip in my spine, in my lower vertebrae from the surgery I had about 20 years ago on my spinal cord, which is reachable by breaking off those bumps, boney bumps, and addressing the…

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we are the composite of all we fear
May 29, 2024

we are the composite of all we fear.... i am overwhelmed with fear and anxiety this Morning i am the true composite of all we fear..... i don't now what i would do if i lost my own sanity.... own…

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Every Wound is Registered
May 29, 2024

Every shot is recorded, every wound registered, every death tallied. These statistics are then totaled up into the Kill to Death Ratio–a measure of how many enemies you kill versus how many times you die. Anything above a 1.0 in…

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The concussion wasn’t as bad as the massage.
May 29, 2024

I came home not even registering that I had a concussion. Yes, I was a little loopy. I had fun with the female EMT's, asking them about their lives, how they came to working in their field and telling them…

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Every Wound Is Registered
May 29, 2024

Unless one is at war, the wounds most people would think about would be social slights or a lover’s neglect, even insult. Once I was twenty-four, twenty-six years old. I can’t quite grasp that the self I am now, this…

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I See You
May 29, 2024

(From a larger piece) “I’m not crazy,” Rita said. “I know this sounds crazy.” She pushed her hair back behind her right ear. “I don’t want to be a bother. But I know you are hurting and I want to…

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Senses
May 28, 2024

Senses Pedaling through the wide waft of deep fragrance thrown by a flourishing jasmine plant. Hearing the coyotes in the marsh who howl along with the sirens of an ambulance that is racing up the freeway. Walking through that marsh…

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Waste not
May 28, 2024

She refuses to believe that love is ever wasted. Was it wasted on the spouse she left when the marriage had run its course? Or the cat she raised, adored and fussed over until his liver failed at 20? Squandered…

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Coming home after years
May 28, 2024

After ten years, I gave up on making my second dramatic feature film. I didn't want to make films anymore. Needed to get away, think about what was next. I hadn't been home to my dying hometown, North Adams, Massachusetts…

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The Waste of my Love
May 28, 2024

"Why did I waste all that time?" Essie asked her friend. "And what a waste of my love. I thought I was smarter than that. I'm ashamed of myself." Joan looked at Essie. "We all have at least one wasted…

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John Redux
May 28, 2024

Well, ah, what I learned from him was how to grow potatoes. Or shall I say he gave me the inspiration to grow potatoes. We lived on Minter Bay, a large tidal estuary. At high tide it was a bay.…

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Waste
May 28, 2024

(fiction) I asked James to come down to Tucson to support me. But I didn't ask him to stick around. I definitely didn't ask him to be my babysitter. It's his waste of time, and he can't blame it on…

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