I enjoy writing of all types from technical instructional manuals to journal entries to poetry and more. In many cases this is just a way for me to arrange my thoughts, be able to replicate something I’ve done, or work through things. For journal entries, it is a way for me to somewhat reliably remember an event. From what I have heard and read, the human brain does not store memories in a “read-only” fashion, so each time you revisit that memory it may change and that change may perpetuate to the next time it is “remembered” and possibly changed again. That is why some of my journal entries end with a note that too much time has passed since the event so I do not trust that all the details would be true at least to my perception at the time. On the other hand, a memory is more than just facts. Sometimes the feelings around a memory or thought will take hold resulting in a short story or an essay. Those are the sorts of things that you will find here. Please enjoy (or not) these brief glimpses into my mind and accounts of certain days in my and my family’s life.
These are lyrics to a song; a song for which I have long forgotten the melody. It’s not real (But it is)A cloak of knowingRests on my head Life and death Sounds of truth In the crowd Speak to wisdom Spin me a tune (Spin me a tune) I want to die But I don’t…I […]
I took the kids to their (and my) first baseball game at Comerica Park today. I’m not big into baseball, but the kids are. They know all the players on the Tiger’s roster and even have nicknames for some of them, (Sir Spits-a-lot I guess is a pitcher, but didn’t play this game, Bobble-Head, and,
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Ann’s quote of the night: “I can sew and tie off a button. That’s a useful skill when I get married. Especially if he’s big. ‘Pop! Honey! I lost another button!’ ‘*sigh* Oh, dear.’” I wonder if she’s planning to marry the Incredible Hulk…?
For several months I’ve been setting of store security systems maybe half the time when passing through. The kids found this rather funny and started taking bets if the alarm would go off. (There was much cheering either way, which I’m sure looked pretty odd.) Recently, I took the plastic card holder out of my
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Recently the kids and I ate at Red Robin. They were holding a contest where people would send in their ideas for a burger. The winning concept would then be featured on the menu. Since seeing that the kids and I have been experimenting with various burger options at home. We’ve made ham and cheese
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The paper cup,drained, discarded,buffeted aboutby indifferent winds.Its purpose in life,the relief it gave,now forgotten–a snapshot in time.The final fallwith laughter in parting.Its concrete bed,an uncaring grave.Longing to be,quench thirst once again.But who wants to drinkfrom a dirty used cup? Aimless direction,a jungle of death.The crisscrossing pathspinning out of control.Glimpses of painwe try to avoid,while high
I said, “hello,”What was her answer–A look of distrust;A look of distain. What will she proveWith that icy stare?That I am unworthyTo help raise our kids? I said, “hello”;She didn’t reply.The look on her faceWas answer enough. Am I a fraud;An unworthy man?For over eight yearsAn uncaring rapist? I said, “hello,”An innocent word.One only utteredFor
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Chapter 1 Someone told me that I should write down my thoughts. They said that it was something that would help me organize all the shouting voices in my head. Honestly, I don’t really see the use in that. I like my shouting to be confused. At least then it makes sense. Otherwise it’s like some media-envisioned
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Fast forward throughThe daily routine.No need to watch;You’ve seen it before. Although subtle changesMay sometimes appear,They remain unseen–Lost in the blur. Something catches your eye,You grab the remote.But the controls don’t work,The batteries are drained. So there is no stop;There is no rewind.The play button’s broken;Hang on for the ride! The cassette wheels spinWith diamond-tipped
A chest,A book,A scent,A look.Vanishing slowly;Pieces of you. A home,A plan,A future,A laugh,Vanishing slowly;pieces of life. A love,A bond,A trust,All gone.Vanishing slowly;Pieces of me.
