On the way to being a blue hydrangea, this plant looks like this.
On my way to being blue?
I don’t look this good.
In fact, most transitions don’t hang well on my frame.
But, once there, wherever “there” is, … Read the rest
Time It Was
I put my small Sony black and white 13 inch TV in my blue mustang and drove to work over the Oakland Bay Bridge on a brilliant sunny day with my donuts, coffee and cigarettes. I didn’t inhale. No kidding. … Read the rest
“Goodbye, Everything”
She saw me swimming in the full tide from the living room window. The sun was going down and she had her pajamas on. When one is three years old, bedtime on a summer’s night often looks like daytime.
“Pappy!! … Read the rest