Time is Money

You can have a lot of money, or you can have a lot of time, but you can’t have a lot of both. That’s just the way it works, at least for most of us. For a while I had plenty of money, so I figured I’d try out having …

In Memoriam

This is written for a memory, and the sad truth is that memory fades. As we grow older, our pasts are more often than not reduced to recollected snapshots, sentiments, and vague impressions. So many parts of our lives are lost to time. So many people in our lives are …

A Brief Connection

The clothes dryer across the hall in the back of my father-in-law’s house produces the rhythm of a railroad car when it’s running, and just now, in adjusting to tune out it’s repetitious sound, I suddenly became aware of a connection with a version of myself in a moment distant in …

Bodhi

I got up to get another beer from the kitchen but I guess I stood up too fast and it triggered something in Bodhi, who jumped after me and actually nipped me, just a little bit, on my left butt cheek. I scolded him sternly, of course, but it was …

On My Life

I’m excited. I’m excited because I’m about to change my life. Now, I’ve made life-changing decisions before: the first choice in my power was the choice to attend college, followed by my choice of where to attend college. The next big choices I made were my major, and later, to …

Stargazing

I’m down here on Earth, like always, stargazing in the winter cold clearing of some forgotten forest, a retreat from the lights of civilization that even out here still pale the darkness of the horizon. I’m staring outward, but it’s hard to accept the scale of what I see. I …

Esplanade Avenue

Mid morning Saturday. Begin behind the restaurant. In a block of unremarkable houses, on a porch in the sun. From there: The movieset village bustle of Bayou St. John The complicated shadows of winter oak trees shimmering The crowd lingering, laughing at Tastee The cigarillo smokers trailing clouds The bus …