When I was fifteen or so, I was all thumbs, mumbled stutters, and longing gazes. One day our English Teacher, Mrs. BrainBury—that’s right she capitalized both Bs—chose to use these personality traits as an example during the “vocabulary minute” with which she started every class. She chose one other person to help illustrate. This was … Continue reading A Word Jeffry will Never Forget
Has Freedom Become Just Another Word.
Have you ever attended or participated in a Ceremony that troubles you? Today I did. Today is the day in the USA when we go to cemeteries and stand along parade routes to honor those who have served and especially those who have fallen in their service to our country. The little cemetery down the … Continue reading Has Freedom Become Just Another Word.
It Just isn’t that Simple
This morning was a morning dedicated (outside the ceremony of the usual poetry and fiction of writelee.com) to addressing a question found on Quora. Here is the Question:Why is being politically correct desirable (or is it)? found at: https://www.quora.com/Why-is-being-politically-correct-desirable-or-is-it Here is this morning's response: There is something that bothers me about this question. Perhaps this … Continue reading It Just isn’t that Simple
Hunger is Almost a Language
“I could pot one,” Isaac had said. “And you could probly wing another before they had your guts out and feeding ants,” Her father said. “So, for once, keep it in your goddamned pants.” Ida Eastwill would remember that until her dying day. She would remember the hot sun, and how heavy and useless the … Continue reading Hunger is Almost a Language
I’ll Take Thirty Days Till Spring
“Did you bring his bail,” the girl with bright chartreuse hair said. She grinned. It was a smirk. “No,” “Obviously,” she said. I did not ask her why she bothered to ask the question. She sat on a high stool in a little room. There was a thick glass window between her and me. Her … Continue reading I’ll Take Thirty Days Till Spring
The Reason I Need This Job
In the morning, OM and I walked to O’Maley’s for a job. Mother stayed with Too Many to nurse him along. He had pneumonia. We had enough for maybe two-three days to pay for Too Many’s room at the Tuck Me Inn. Doc Randy said he needed a couple of weeks rest, at least. So … Continue reading The Reason I Need This Job
Endangered
What if a species was going extinct practically gone almost KA-BLOOEY and what if TV and the Times stopped midmeaning and maybe nobody anymore said three armed men or six armed men or nine armed men or anything about any amount of arms and what if TV and Time couldn’t figure the only possible something … Continue reading Endangered
A Hospital Bed at the Tuck Me Inn
Too Many leaned his hands over the fire barrel. He was shivering. “Jeeze, it’s cold,” he said. A thin sheen of sweat glowed on his face. In this cold that couldn’t be a good thing. “You Ok? Toom,” I said. “Jeeze, it’s cold.” I looked at the clock on the tower behind the church. The … Continue reading A Hospital Bed at the Tuck Me Inn
The Depth of the Mirror
There is no other in this glaze— where in the eye is always I— and where a you is only haze or mere polish to clarify. Narcissism
How Complicated can it Be?
“It’s complicated,” Vereen Filimimore would say. It was her way of clarifying every point. If you asked her why she was late for a hair appointment or had forgotten her niece Becky’s birthday or why her dogs were marauding Fernie Isnoggle’s cattle, Vereen would say “It’s complicated.” People reacted in various ways to this excuse. … Continue reading How Complicated can it Be?
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