When we speak how else break banality to seek why and how the lofted stars are and are not ours. Where else stand naked, hand in awkward hand to know the who of thinking of— the make of making love? How else know the loss when flowers blow or how the now and here is … Continue reading Why Poetry
Sometimes the assumptions behind a good question need a bit of clarifying. It is understood that the question in the link below is asking about how some words slid in meaning between 1967 and 2018; but the response here chooses to look at the more interesting question related to the malleability of language. Lee Robison … Continue reading What was the Original Meaning of Skirt? Or do I Mean Shirt?
O, they are an innocent few and frail as morning dew concerned with what not to do. Right-out-of-the-package new, they habitually eschew the good old raunchy screw far past the age of twenty-two. Can you tell me who? These are the sweet __________. Please post your response to the riddle in a comment.
He was abrupted out of sound sleep this morning by an abrupting phone with news that a loved one had abupted rather abruptly on the abrupting floor—again. So, also abrupted he out of pleasant dreams and into the reality of the abrupt idiocy of the USA health care delivery disaster—a-abrupting-again! No abrupted bones this time. … Continue reading The Abruption of Wondering How You’re Gonna Pay
The word "haul" reminds me of Maine, a place I have never been, and California, a place I visited once because I was in love, and Arizona, a place where I worked out of the back of a hotel for the Feds, and Maryland, a place I lived for many, many years. Most of us … Continue reading Hogs to Houston
Though they came at me they would not stop. “You will not pay attention,” they said. “You have been attending one stopping at the hospital,” they taunted. “Have you no respect!?” They arrived and fled in one motion. I caught and held one a moment, but it was “Rushed” and would not give even its … Continue reading My, How the Words Rushed By!
There were three doors for old Maddy Wilsawl to choose from, and all three of them exited into territories his seventy-five years had not prepared him for. Actually, he thought, there wasn’t much choice. He had come in one of them. Beyond it was a country in which cars drove themselves, people hired thieves to … Continue reading That Last Door is a Killer
Wonder is not a true word. There are words the Gods made, and there are words man made up. Gods made words like ‘grass’ and ‘winter’ and ‘cold,’ words like ‘climb’ and ‘mountain’ and ‘snow’ and ‘star,’ even words like “love.” But, then on the sixth day, They also made man, and man had to … Continue reading Wonder is not a True Word!
I have had personal experience with Wonder. There was an old couple in the little ville I where my grandmother lived whose name was Wonder. And as a child, I wondered about how that name made them. Was puzzled that wonder seemed to fill them no more and no less than any of the rest … Continue reading Denny and Helen