Year: 2003
Lunch Bag Theft
Posted on July 13, 2003 in Adolescence Book of Days
When I did tell the dean, he just sighed and said “You’ve got to protect your combination better.”
In A Blank Book, Red
Posted on July 13, 2003 in Possessions Reading
I mark passages in the books I read for copying later in a bound red book.
Without Looking (One for the Drawer)
Posted on July 12, 2003 in Book of Days Poems
The molecule pattern smashing on tympanum is classed as “purr”.
Education for Death
Posted on July 12, 2003 in Culture
Rightists have become craftier since the fall of Prescott Bush’s idol Adolf Hitler, concealing their notions of superior and contempt for the word of Christ by holding out the Bible and saying that they live by it. They still, unabashably, replace the sacrifice of Christ with a sword.
Mews from the Front Room
Posted on July 12, 2003 in Cats
When we leave the front door open to allow air to blow through the screen door, Bowie sits there, catching the breeze and pouncing at the moths and the June bugs which are attracted to the light. Virginia comes up behind her and gives her a toss.
The Battle of San Pietro
Posted on July 11, 2003 in Book of Days Fact-Dropping History
Of San Pietro, it seems, little is written because almost no one lived to tell about it.
On Aging and Hardship
Posted on July 11, 2003 in Crosstalk Hope and Joy PTSD
Every one of us would rather not have gone through the experience. I’ve reexamined a few incidents in my life and I’ve concluded that they did not make me a better person.
Realty Talk with An Intercalation
Posted on July 11, 2003 in Poems
“If you mow the grass frequently
it will never go to seed.”
“Looks nice,” all this lush barrenness.
“Sells property.”
