Squid Squirts

One thing I've learned in life: NEVER ask "What's the worst thing that could happen?" Nervously looking over my shoulder at this blog since: Thursday, August 26, 2004

Monday, September 23, 2019

A whisper is still spoken

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The black dog is restless, backwards and forwards against the fence, sniffing furiously at unseen, anticipated forces. Sneezing occasion...

Thursday, August 29, 2019

A kid, napping

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“Terrible about that tanker fire in Nigeria”, I say to no one in particular. “Worse, still, there’s that story about the bird flu hittin...

Wednesday, August 28, 2019

The Lasts

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Firsts are remarkable. The first time you walk into a new city from a strange airport, the first time you explore a new kind of food. So...

Tuesday, August 27, 2019

An old pistol found in a field of wheat

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I’m a Breeze, A scab on Either knee; A dead moth in a jam jar, A three-wheeled toy motor car. An elast...

Monday, August 12, 2019

In Temperance

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The dogs are circling, tussling. They rush each other, scuffle and bounce back, haunches lowered, ears back, the whites of their eyes fl...

Monday, August 5, 2019

Semper Fi

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Practice, practice, practice. How do you get to Carnegie Hall? Take the subway. Jump off at Seventh Avenue and you won’t have to walk ...

Saturday, August 3, 2019

Old biscuits never die

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My father was a biscuit man. Not the Gingerbread Man, although when the factory cranked up the machinery on certain days of the week, th...

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