Water water wets my whistle salts my tears runs down the panes of windows courses through my bloodstream floats in my eye flows down the planes of my face quenches my thirst cleanses my body nourishes my being the color of water appears clear in the liquid we drink white in rushing rivers green in …
2020 Masks days of yoreon the radiothat masked manfollowed by the thunder of hoof beats. now, no hoof beatsthumping heart beatshiding behind that paper maskthat medical grade surgical maskor that piece of fashion mask Are we inan annual, biennial or dreaded perennial mask year mask as a disguiseplayful or sinisterintention is preventionhiding dropletsto protect others …
Was it you who threw out the first ball? I caught the ball and ran with it. Was it a tennis ball, a hand ball, a low ball or A high ball? At the black and white ball? Well, it certainly wasn’t a foul ball. Great balls of fire, it was a bowling ball. How is …
Dining Room 1940s The Dining Room The dining room was the hub of activity for our house. Big dinners were everyday occurrences. By this time Ted and Jean Bloch had arrived to stay two weeks–that was a month ago. Jean and my mother worked things out well in the kitchen. I loved being in the …
ENTRANCES AND EXITS I fly through today to tomorrow. Do entrances /exits Take on special meaning? Way in / way out L’entrée / la sortie Departure / Arrival Depart / Arrivée The first time You enter a building, A room, A relationship Or a country You pause. That moment of entrance burns your senses. Eyes …
“Here, take this.” “No, you take that.” “Are you going to give up?” “Are you going to take up?” “Take up what? “Take up the cause?” “What Cause?” “What matters?” “What matters to you or what matters to me?” “Why do you ask?” “Well, it is not clear. Is this for you or is …
Oh, it has fallen right in that pile of wet leaves. It’s fragments of some old paper. Maybe tissue paper. Whose is it? Wait, it is a letter from Christmas past. No, that is not possible. Pasts don’t write letters. But letters write pasts. Some of the words are obliterated. . . . It looks …
Simple words. Not hard to find. What makes them Come to mind? Mind you head. Foot the bill. Check it over. Over my head. Hand it over. where? Over there. There comes a day. Is that food For thought? Lend me your ears. Mine are pierced. Your lips have a ring. Now that has a ring …
On the flight of an angel. How high do they fly? Birds fly into the sky. Plates fly in Greek Tavernas. Flight of the Bumble Bee. Is pie in the sky a flight? Butterflies fly over Iguassu Falls.