“Moments Ago” A Short Story *** I remembered her every day of my life. Long since setting her free from me, I could, on this
Sunday Baroque
Music, at its essence, is what gives us memories. And the longer a song has existed in our lives, the more memories we have of
Saturday Jazz
“If you have to ask what jazz is, you’ll never know.” ― Louis Armstrong *** Hat tip this Saturday morn, to an individual who has they’re
Mind Meld
On the psychopath’s playground (earth), the demons frolic while the insouciant cast their gaze downward to check out the latest idiocy emitted from their hand-held
Writing
“The thing for you to do is write something with a delayed reaction, like those capsules that take an hour to melt in your stomach.
Bending Over
As one advances in years, or has back problems, hip problems, knee problems, vertigo problems, or just doesn’t like the idea of bending over –
Dispatches from the Asylum 