The Little Words Mean the Most

Is there a poem to be scraped from Hadrian's Wall i've never walkedl?

 

know of it : saw the movie

each of us released beyond the wall

the mice run run free, wondering is

free a death-sentence

 

I heard a fly scrambling

released it out my office screen close call

unions are the close calls

of predators v. prey

any idiot can be a predator

no honor, sink in your claws and feast this once

being prey takes courage and love and humility

 

Yay: The novel

 

 

 

 

My new novel

 

 

 

My Regrets To Date

 

 

Chapter 1

It was a slow Sunday in July, the kind of hot day when plans get made but no one believes much in them.

"We are so proud of you"

 

 

 

a novel of American manners 2017

 

 

 

The Bride's Vows Were Different

 

"Until death do you part."

"Until death doth us part," Scott translated. Kind of the clearest indictment of heaven he knew: death would part us? Where's the love in that? Let it go, he reminded himself, raking his eyes over the medieval vaults. Scott was done. He was married. He stopped repeating the minister's words. More than a few sighs escaped. "Aw" murmured the congregation.

"Oh, that was perfect!" his sister whispered. "You are so lucky, Scott!"

He could almost hear her. She was a good encourager. A family brace. She'd always had loads of friends. Growing up, if Scott looked lonely to her, she'd assign some of her many friends to be nice to him, at least lightly. "Once a day, say hi. It will make Scott's day. You remember what it was like to be a freshman? You could be preventing a suicide!!!! No," [magic fingers ensued], "not Scott! Somebody. Spread the love."

Now he noticed. Odd: the bride's vows hadn't stopped at the same place. They were longer. Her vows asked for more.

"Amber, do you realize that people never really change?" the minister said. "That they will apologize and feel shame for their bad behavior. YET. They will continue to do the same irritating, inflaming, vile, disgusting, irrational acts over and over. Men are pigs.

"And do you understand that optimism is an unnatural condition? That fear and pessimism are Darwinian?"

Scott was glad he'd brought the chloroform, in a sealed plastic bag. Though he didn't disagree, this minister worried him. Boundary issues mostly. He seemed to be slowing down though.

 

My old-old friend, John, lives in Kentucky per misadventure

 

 

John: I could.

 

Me: They're going to throw you in the BBQ pit. That's what they do with old meat.

 

 

 

 

Why NOT an annual novel? I just read one

 

 

it was OK

 

 

 

My next project, maybe

 

 

I recount and rewrite my entire life every year.

 

it's not inspiring it's not boring

Fasting

The cheapest good wine I can buy; from BOTA, in a box. A cup revealing our politics. One-a-day protein shake. My favorite pen (the uni ball VISION ELITE) on my favorite mineral paperweight, purchased @ the Desert Museum (Tucson), @ a fundraiser. Paperweights keep me from blowing all over the horizon. Are we colonized by our projects? I have 10-15 underway at once.