Miscellany that Bewilder Me

Midnight. Last night, my ten year old son said he wanted to stay up until midnight — insisting that he had to do it. — But why? I asked slightly bewildered. “If I do, I will have not cracked my knuckles for a whole day!” he told me in all seriousness.  He has a nervous…

A Poem: Shame Falls Heavily

Shame Falls Heavily I first noticed them arrive as the two women settled their kids and husbands in two rows in front of us in the stands. Then the men were gone. I saw how they laughed playfully, sitting close. One touching the back of her friend.  Whispering to one another.  This was intimate familiar…

this life-long fast [*a poem*]

This Life-Long Fast Just saw a headline in the Huffington Post. Winter Cocktails Gone Wild. And I am choked by my longing.  I can’t explain it easily, but I’ll try. I still crave alcohol.  Not in the way you might think.  Infrequently.  And not when or where you might expect. I go to church in a bar,…