Monthly Archives: September 2012

DayTimer

In 15 minute increments I chart my life of late – the circle is a chain of dashing lines. For every job gets part of me, with darts that sculpt my aging brain, and I’m at run unbalanced on a … Continue reading

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September 24, 2001 (Part 3 of 3)

The bleeding stopped but Bill had a headache. The top of his head throbbed beneath the bandage. He leaned against his workbench despairing a little, wishing the older kids would visit. But he knew that wasn’t going to happen right … Continue reading

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September 24, 2001 (Part 2 of 3)

Scalp wounds bleed. The way the blood came out of Bill’s head reminded Mary of the time Liz pierced her ear once too often. She went against direct parental orders with that hole in her cartilage, and Mary had thought … Continue reading

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September 24, 2001 (Part 1 of 3)

The timing was unfortunate, as far as Bill was concerned. Not that there was ever a particularly good time for war, but since it looked like they were going to have one, he wished he or his could participate in … Continue reading

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Disneyland Visit, September 2001

There may just be a Disney dance, where staff at thrill attractions have to switch their place so when each rider exits, as the laugh or gasp releases, there’s a different face to monitor the trade. Does that make fun … Continue reading

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Editorial

A thousand poems this weekend I reviewed; a myriad of metered monographs have filled my time and sent my attitude to proud embarrassment, self-conscious laughs, and growing confidence. Oh, I read those I should discard, but there are dozens more … Continue reading

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The Club House (End)

The building was white, one tall story, and rectangular. It was only about twenty feet deep but it seemed five times that wide. It didn’t have a proper loft – more of a hay mezzanine – but Vickie and Beth … Continue reading

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