For Hours Don’t like going into stores prefer sitting outside on a bench waiting for her to come out. Sometimes you don’t feel like talking about anythinganswering questions, hearing excuses, explaining yourselfyou don’t want discussions or lecturesdon’t need the sharing of ideas or opinions, anecdotes, or dreams. Sometimes you simply want to sit alonein your rocking chair in your quiet little roomstare out the window into the street at nothing in particularfor hours like grandpa used to do. Rotator Cuff Repair Blues I should sound stronger, confident when instead it’s still the same old blah, blah, blah. Thanks for checking inthe shoulder thing has been a long grind I do nowrecommendbreaking your shoulder any timefor any reasonMonday I check-in with the surgeonsee if I can do away with the sling and stop sleepingin the reclinertrouble is it’s hard to tell if the damn thing is healing as it shouldI’m hoping the fancy-pants hotshot surgeon can determine thatbeen doing the best I can on the poetry fronteverything takes twice as longbecauseI can only use my left handbut I do what I canjuggling trying to move forward on 7 projectsmy head a wellspring of projectshopefullyone of them will jump outand take charge of the confusionbut really I shouldn’t be such a complainerremind myself it can always be worsemy beautiful wifehasn’t yet run off with that hunky UPS guy!!! Words . . . a nightmare trying to organize all this damn writing . . . Of course I keep a writer’s notebook one of thoseold-fashioned black and white coveredcollege ruled notebooks.I do my “creative writing” in there:poems and bits of prose and prose poemsand hybrids of poems and prose.I write in there at night before sleeping and while sittingin the car waiting at the airport or the schoolor while sitting in the doctor’s waiting room or in hotel lobbiesor at the grandson’s basketball practice . . .you’d be surprised how much writing you can get donein between everything else. I don’t drawpictures or symbols, hieroglyphics, or images of any kindI don’t doodle, it’s all just words simple old words. Diagnostics . . . mathematics is postulating that we might be able to travel backwards in time through wormholes . . . Dad, if you returned to life after being gone 58 yearsI wonder what you’d find most surprising.Because you were a car mechanic and loved carsparticularly your BuicksI suspect seeing how far car technologyand style has come would make your head spin.Don’t know where to begin explaining it to you:power steering, airbags, automatic windowspushbutton ignition, CD players, GPS . . .I’m not even getting intocar diagnostics by hooking it up to a computerwhen you could tell what was wrongwith any old engine simplyby cocking your head back and listening. From Nothing . . . they dreamed of being together never apart until the end of time . . . Physicists, astrophysicists, geophysicists, astrobiologistsastronomers, cosmologists . . . all of themstate it like it’s clear, obviousirrefutable – in the beginningof the universe there was nothing, nothing at allno space, no time, no matter, no energy, only emptiness.Then suddenly out of the darknessout of nowhere for no reasonlike someone flipping a switchan infinitesimally small speck of something-or-otherappeared then immediately explodedinto the Big Bang BOOM!!!And the universe – everything there isor was or ever shall be –spiral galaxies, dwarf stars, planets, comets, asteroids,black holes, quasars, quarks, dark matter, dark energy, neutrinosgamma rays, leptons, red giants, globular clustersgravitons, photons, electrons, mesons, and the Higgs Boson –was formed just like that, from nothingabsolutely nothing.Seriously? You can find more of Michael’s work here on Ink Pantry.
Back Roads Longing for the goodold days even knowingyou can never go back. As the months and years have rolled by since I’ve retiredI’ve lost touch with most of my old coworkers.It’s the nature of the beast I tell myselfthe … Continue reading
Against the Grain When you feel you need to make a changea big change in your lifewhen you want to make a changebut you don’t know what or howwhat do you do?Just pick something and do it, the Devil laughs.Doesn’t … Continue reading