Tagged With: my dad
In the days after Valentine’s
I feel something soft about the morning. I can see it in the pastel sky, hear it in the slow wash of tires on the wet street below. Sunday. Two crows barking. A wave of consumer propulsion towards all things pink, red and heart-shaped began last week and crested on Thursday and Friday when even the […]
Late in the afternoon,
Alright, I’ve given Paglia a fair shake, but alas, no. The energy required to sift through her self-aggrandizing provocations to find nuggets of meaningful insight is more than I have to spend, especially when other books beckon. Let it be known that I approached her latest with goodwill and open curiosity, and made it through […]
Old things and dungeons
Grocery store “…ya, seven car pileup in Dundalk. I’m not going home to London looks like…” snowfort stories – there were three of us, so … that’s when the snowbanks along the roads were 14 feet high- we used to run along the top and jump over the hydro lines… I guess some people like winter, […]
For my Dad
In my mind I see heavy ropes as thick as my leg, one end of each securely tied to My Ship, the other attached to an immense anchor, to a wharf – strong ropes for whatever the need – this is my father, to me. As captain, it’s up to me to make good use […]