Tiny Stories

Howard the Dog Poet

Howard the Dog Poet

Every day I mosey my lazy butt down to that Zen guy’s gussied up garden and rest my nerves. They’re shot from listening to my human person talk endlessly about Mr. Darcy coming to dinner. I don’t know whether I’m in a sitcom or a romance novel. My life doesn’t feel...

Anxiety Attack

Anxiety Attack

Childhood caused a disruption to my soul. It leaned heavy on my tender heart and left me breathless from sucking in the fumes of other people’s anger. Agitation can ease its way into a small being, who has no defense against hot and nasty words that fly through the...

The Empty-Headed Contemplative

The Empty-Headed Contemplative

Today’s one of those slow-moving days that bother me with the heaviness of my own pondering on all the sad lives spent in cages because families thought they were running for freedom. It is a day my dog wonders why I’m hanging around his neck searching for comfort and...

The Enormity of Dogs

The Enormity of Dogs

Sometimes, I go about life in a querulous syncopation of jumbled thoughts and brilliant ideas that only I understand. I can tell what I mean by studying people’s expressions. If they laugh, I’ve blundered into one of my absurd notions God has put us here to perfect...

Hamstrings

Hamstrings

Life tugs at me with many questions. Last month my mind took flight and pondered the notion time moves in slow motion when young but when slipping beyond sixty, the years fly by without allowing a person to enjoy an idle day. Options dwindle and the body becomes heavy...

The Enormity of Squeezing Plums

The Enormity of Squeezing Plums

Often times my friends dismiss me as being dramatic when I relate an anecdote about some recent encounter that left me convinced human behavior may have taken a turn for the worst. Just the other day in the produce department at Whole Foods a man walked up to me while...

Elderly, an unnecessary word

Elderly, an unnecessary word

I am rambling through life enjoying a lovely day thinking it’s going to last forever and then suddenly my neighbor stops me to tell me her woes. These woes begin with a litany of complaints over her sagging health. Meanwhile, I’m bent over a daisy growing between the...

Obscurity

Obscurity

Obscurity allows a writer the freedom to let go of the words so they can dance upon the pages with abandonment. They can describe places I have never been and people I have never met, people waiting for me to give them life with a metaphorical pen and an imagination...

Fools & Naked People

Fools & Naked People

I still wonder where my imaginary life ends and my real life begins or do they overlap. Am I unable to distinguish between the figments and the fools annoying my nerves to the point I pretend they aren’t real? The other day I saw a woman dancing naked in the outdoor...

My Reality

My Reality

Recently, I noticed the view I have of myself often differs from other people’s view of me. I even ask them to expound on what they are using as a criteria for judging me as being out of sync with their reality of me. Often these people lose their ability to...

Replacement Parts

Replacement Parts

Recently, I discovered romance can be even more perilous at seventy than at twenty. I made this discovery vicariously through watching my neighbor Tammy become excited over what she calls her good-looking prospect. I wondered what prospects a seventy-five year old man...

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