Wide Eyes Wonderment

As a child I would look through the frosty glass eyes wide with wonderment. Snow had fallen soft and quiet like balls of cotton A magical time. I am an old man now, but I still look out with my face on cold glass in winter and gaze at the snow in wide eyes wonderment.

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What To Write About

Writer's block? Never had it. If nothing exciting happens to day I've got all those years of yesterdays.

If Apple Trees Blossomed In Winter

Yesterday I watched one of the most painful and tragic documentary on PBS called "God knows where I am." It's about a woman with schizophrenia. I won't give too much details, but she ends up in a state hospital where she refuses all medications. Unable to keep her there any longer, she is released with …

Goodbye

I don't  like the word: goodbye It's too solemn Too final It means never again Maybe that's why you never said it.

Jesse’s Diner

I took a trip to the city the other day. A 50 mile drive in the warm, pleasant sunshine. Looking out the car windows was both fascinating and terribly depressing. So much of it I wanted to write about. Even take pictures, but we were in a car speeding along the freeway doing at least …

A Friend I Haven’t Forgotten

I have a friend I haven't seen or heard from in close to fifteen years. I've wondered all this time if she was doing okay. I couldn't find her in the telephone white pages, but thanks to the internet, I found out she is doing better than okay. I'm glad, as I was worried about …

A Rebel Writer

There are blogs that tell me how I should write Then gives me a long list of advice I'm a rebel, a non conformist I write like me The way I like