Blank White Page

written December 1, 1999     So we meet again, blank white page.  I thought I just got rid of you. Well, you’re out of luck, my creative self isn’t home.  No, I don’t know when he’ll be back.  Could be awhile. A week to write a story, I think as I walk home from…

On the Moon, and Out of Lemonade (Anything But Tranquil)

written March 2, 2006 This is me, trying to relax, unbinding my mind knotted, as my body is carried hither in yon upon the Atlantic Ocean, living cargo in a luxury naval frigate. Which makes me wonder: what do those already in a tropical paradise visualize to shake the wrinkles from their nerves? I might…

Shell Games

written February 2015   Shell Games Not many know this: Bonnie Prince Charlie’s heart, the slippery, pulsing piece of warm meat that propelled its perfumed, armored outer shell into leading the famous Scottish insurrection, now resides in a cathedral in Frascati, Italy. It happens to be in Italy and not Scotland because in 1746 the…

Transactions

written February 2015 Transactions What Axel Landon’s birth certificate, dated July 4, 1876, did not say, was that its existence , as well as Axel’s, was the result of a fifteen minute ya’tun between Jackson Landon and pretty, butter scotch-haired Sylvia Morton, Pinefield’s lone, sixteen-year old prostitute. The miracle of life. If the Pinefield Town…

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…