Two years ago, I knew my future – I KNEW what I would be doing for the next thirty years, and with whom. Peggy Lou and I were going to keep on having loads of fun while growing old together, dancing together ‘til the day I died – because OF COURSE I would be the first … More Torch Song for a Redheaded Ghost
So a little background: I HATE waste, and I’m a bit of a packrat. I also repurpose stuff ALL the time. Peg knew all these things about me, very well. A little more background: our two dogs, Bennie and Jerry (don’t EVEN start with me, I had nothing to do with naming them), at 13 … More Love Note From a Redheaded Ghost
I wrote this six months to the day after Peg died. Admittedly, I was at least two-and-a-half sheets to the wind. But I meant every word of it – and still do, today. Peggy Lou I remember your sighs And chirps of delightWhile exploring the joysThat came in the nightOr morning, or noon,Or evening that … More Peggy Lou
When he isn’t flinging feces on Twitter, Trump can often be found gallivanting around the country having “Look at me, I’m so special” pep/campaign rallies, pandering to the sadly large minority of Pink people (white? seriously? do you even have a mirror?) who are terrified of change. There is a lot of talk, and hand-wringing, … More A Change Is Gonna Come – oh, wait – It’s Already Here
Zero Sum Love Ain’t Gonna Cut It I think it’s time for us to stop Thinking of love in terms we’re taught: Like some commodity we’ve bought, it’s all just loss and gain. As if it were somehow, some way, Some kind of cosmic Zero sum game. And if love and life were found to … More Zero Sum Love Ain’t Gonna Cut It
There is in this country (and probably elsewhere, but VERY predominant in the US), a certain arrogance that we shall call “I earned it.” One of the most common phrases you will hear, particularly from working and middle-class people, regardless of ethnicity (but ESPECIALLY white folks), is “everything of value that I have, I earned.” … More Grace
I think it’s time for us to stop Thinking of love in terms we’re taught: Like some commodity we’ve bought, it’s all just loss and gain. As if it were somehow, some way, Some kind of cosmic Zero sum game. And if love and life were found to be Some way, Somehow, Separate things, Then … More Zero Sum Love Ain’t Gonna Cut It
Quick, easy, and spicy. Favorites of mine. This one is REALLY simple. Had some Andouille sausage in the fridge, red beans and quickie rice in the pantry. Slice the sausage lengthwise, fry on medium-low heat. 1 can of Red Beans,open it (don’t drain) put on low heat. Tear top of the rice pack and in … More Matthew’s Quickie (kinda) Creole
All it takes is an image All it takes is a thought All it takes is a sound And I see all that was wrought My ego said to flaunt it My soul said “stay reserved” You were all I ever wanted And more than I deserved I wore my heart out on my sleeve … More Unfinished
From June 13, 2016 “Faded photographs, covered now with lines and creases Tickets torn in half, memories in bits and pieces” If only. See now, that’s the problem. Digital photographs don’t fade. They sit there in your computer, or on a flash drive, or whateverthefuck, and are just as bright and shiny and new … More Digital Memories
The Screwtop Letters 