When I touch your hand
I want to touch your face…Continue
By Daniel Rigney
The visionary has been defined as one who can see light in the darkness. Ever on the lookout for hopeful signs in a dusky world, I’m putting my background in sociology and future studies to work as a talent scout, scanning the cultural horizon for potential visionaries whose eyesight -- or night vision -- is better than mine, and who have the remarkable ability to foresee or intuit (or even…Continue
You’re in “The Athenian Room.” In Chicago. It’s a few years back. Tina Fey is about to arrive and order the Greek chicken. And if you’re not careful, you’ll miss her. Should that happen, you might also miss a glimpse into improvisation for the theater, a force in American popular culture that winds it’s way off of midnight stages populated only with two…Continue
I'm considering doing a review of this book. He did a presentation at a local book store, and he is an interesting and engaging…Continue
I have been a flight attendant for a major carrier for 17 years, and I’m sorry to say that I am leaving. I can’t do it anymore. I once had a job that I loved—I had pleasant conversations with passengers and was proud to hand out The New York Times in flight and serve edible meals. I looked forward to spending time in New York, Boston, Seattle, and other cities, and my co-workers were generally happy; I felt like I was part of a family. But things have changed,…Continue
Part 1 - Welcome to the Party Mr. Bennett
As the elevator doors opened, Andrew stumbled out into the hallway without any of the self-assured poise and carriage that he naturally displayed. He was, apparently, off his game. That was the only way to put it. He typically moved about with a…Continue
The Ballad of Arthur James
For Arthur, a thank you (of sorts).
Arturius Jameson, the sock puppet
Elusive, reclusive old fellow
Writes poems for folks…Continue
If you were to hop in the pickup truck and ride along with me west out of town toward the reservoir, soon after we turned off onto the dirt roads to get to the water, this edifice would loom up on the horizon. It is a large, unfinished church. This shell has sat there unfinished for some years now, long abandoned. It is an interesting place to visit with a…Continue
My lover embraces me today
Takes my hand, pulls me closer
Envelops me in his arms
Kisses so delicious
Tasting his tongue
He licks me
Suckles my breasts
Takes my bottom in his…Continue
I believe in the equality principle when it comes to taxes. I believe in tax neutrality which means our government shouldn’t discriminate against any American. We all have to pay a fair share that is tax neutral. As an example:
Replacing our whole tax system on one based on income earned to…Continue
What could have happened
to bring about such corruption
that the human element
is no longer present…Continue
Rise of the Guardians (dir: Peter Ramsey) would appear to be this year's Big Dreamworks Christmas Movie. Which, for a start, takes place in Easter. With snow thick on the ground and Jack Frost revelling in his element. Okay! And though I did fall asleep between the 2nd and 3rd acts, my overall view is "not too bad".
The film relies heavily upon childhood fantasy figures like Santa, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy and Sandman being good, and things like fear, darkness, doubt and…Continue
Yesterday, the reality that I am the subject of men’s gossip (what's the term?) had become readily apparent. As I passed a gentleman of a solid professional demeanor with a moderately roughneck exterior, he commented on my freshly prepared lunch.
“You sure do make the prettiest salads.” His words sounded as a cross between a love-struck schoolboy and something altogether feminine--men do not typically use the word 'pretty' to describe many—if any—things. And something about the nuance…Continue
Was it yesterday?
We jumped the fence…Continue
Added by Emily Conyngham on November 30, 2012 at 10:43am — 31 Comments
Photos of the Day
Oy, before it’s Christmas, I need to…
When I was a child there was always the implied promise that, with age, would come understanding. I remember my momma telling me: "You'll understand when you're grown and have kids of your own."
Daddy use to back her up. "Boy, when you're grown, you'll understand."
So I carried on with life, sure in the expectation that, at some future date in my ongoing maturity, all would be made clear to me.
Thus it is that I find myself, today, at the ripe old age of sixty-three and…Continue
poem © 2012 by Fred Hallman
There was a fish I'd sought to catch,…Continue