Monthly Archives: April 2013

I Love PBS – a Joan Jett Parody.

Last week a friend posted the simple declaration, “I love PBS,”  on Facebook.  The melody of Joan Jett’s classic I Love Rock ‘n Roll immediately sprang into my head.  Here’s the one verse, slapdash parody I came up with.  Not … Continue reading

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The Pleasure of My Company

Currently reading The Pleasure of My Company.  It’s a novella by Steve Martin.  Yes, the Roxanne, Father of the Bride, etc. Steve Martin. This book is about a man with OCD and his efforts to expand his limited, lonely life.  … Continue reading

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Strangers

Darrell wandered the streets of Shaw with nostalgia and unease.  He hadn’t been back since he left for Morehouse, 15 years ago.  So much looked the same, and so much had changed.  He dreaded running into some of his old … Continue reading

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Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Running through the park, I find the perfect summer scene.  I hear the spectators’ cheers, and smell their barbecues, long before I see them. The scene spreads below me as I crest a hill.  Women and babies alongside the field.  … Continue reading

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Modern Pledge of Allegiance

I pledge allegiance to the cameras of the United Secure States of America and to the surveillance which they provide one nation, under watch with safety and security for all.

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Teenage Angst

Ashley turned onto her back.  She stared at the ceiling.  She turned on her side.  She stared at the wall. She couldn’t get him out of her mind.  She’d just met him tonight.  She barely knew him. She heard front … Continue reading

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In Hiding

Ted parked his van under the pine trees.  Playgrounds and ball fields spread before him, empty and still.  Nostalgia beckoned with sweet melancholy. He spent his days crammed under sinks and behind toilets. Andrea Hemmings of 45 Wood Circle cancelled … Continue reading

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To Walk

I look out the window at the street below.  Mostly cars, but an occasional pedestrian too, pass by beneath me.  They are free.  Free to see the lake.  To walk with their children.  To run four miles through their neighborhood, … Continue reading

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The Wake

Does she feel ignored, Major Austin wondered.  He turned to greet yet another second cousin. An absurd thought.  She’s dead.  Still, it seems rude to chat in her presence. Cousin Britney laughed. Little Savanna ran around taking pictures with her … Continue reading

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