What up, Sissyphus?

(the following is an essay in progress that may, or may not, appear in You Must Be Present to Win, on Amazon Kindle in Autumn 2012)

Around 8am on Wednesday a phlebotomist with quick and expert hands shoved a needle into a vein in my left arm. My… Read full post »

I Could Be Wrong, But… is a finalist in this year’s San Diego Book & Writing Awards contest. http://www.amazon.com/Could-Wrong-But-Featuring-Resistance/dp/0615572057/ Read full post »

Are you among the 1%?

I was excited by the Occupy movement when it began. For the same reasons others ridiculed it: no political agenda other than, “Can we just talk about this stuff?”

But a big problem for me was when Occupy created their version of “the other”. Namely… Read full post »

The muse of WET DOG

“I am a wet dog,” I said. Then I played the part by shaking my whole body, sending a spray of water in all directions.

Patty’s nose wrinkled. “I hope you don’t smell like one.”

That’s when it hit me. “Patty! That’s a great name… Read full post »

DAVID BOYNE INTERVIEW ON WRITERS ALIVE

Interview with John Byk of WritersAlive.com

David Boyne interview with John Byk on Writers Alive.

http://2012writersalive.blogspot.com/2012/04/david-boyne-and-x-marks-spot.html Read full post »

This.

I consider myself to be an affable, not too bright, insignificant man. Which may explain why I like the affable, not too bright, insignificant movie, City Slickers. I like Mitch, the main character in the film who is on the hero’s journey. Mitch lives in an apartment on Roosevelt Islan/… Read full post »

What's Love Got to Do with It?

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It was late in the afternoon of a warm summer day as I drove in heavy but fast-moving traffic on College Boulevard, maintaining my lane and obeying the speed limit of 50 miles per hour as I went up the long hill near Mesa Avenue.

And… Read full post »

 “A poem is a naked person…
Some people say that I am a poet.â€
—Bob Dylan

It was late in the afternoon of a warm summer day as I drove in heavy but fast-moving traffic on College Boulevard, maintaining my lane and obeying the speed limit of 50 miles per hour/… Read full post »

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Lessons From Jack, a Kinde single by David Boyne

Lessons From Jack
A Handful of Scenes, Light and Dark, from a Young Boy’s Life
by David Boyne
(cover photo © Max Kunowski, MaxKunowski.com)

BOOK DESCRIPTION
Jack is all grown up now. Yes, it happens. That’s a photograph of him/… Read full post »

I always sigh, look them straight in the eyes, and lie through my teeth.  “Beats the hell out of me.”

Truth is, I know why I write. I write because I have proven myself to be astonishingly incompetent at everythi… Read full post »

Maybe I’m just being cranky, but lately, something about Death has been bothering me. Is it just me? Is it just my self-absorbed myopia? Or is Death practically invisible in modern America?

How many Americans will die today?

Every year on average 40,000 Americans die ‘from’ cars. In fact… Read full post »

Death is like the weather; we cannot change it or stop it. But we can choose how we respond to both; thermal underwear or sandals for the weather, black suits or New Orleans jazz bands for our funerals.

Sometimes when I chance to think about Death, the American philosopher George Burns’s… Read full post »

I could be wrong, but I believe that every human being, and indeed, every other life form on this planet as well, is an artist working with memory.

Some are Realists, some Dadaists, some Cubists and some Fauvists, but every person, porcupine, redwood or amoeba practices the art of memory in… Read full post »

Grasshopper: What is a memory?

Zen Master: A memory is a motorcycle.

(Two weeks and 161 hours of meditation later)

Grasshopper: What is history?

Zen Master: History is a road.

(Two weeks and 161 hours of meditation later)

Grasshopper: Master, is Time gasoline?

Zen Master: Geesh. You can be such a… Read full post »

“I want to know about you,” she said. “All about you.”

My Life flashed before my eyes. I covered by gulping my wine and glancing aside to watch the people passing our table at the sidewalk bistro. Then I looked at her and made what I hoped appeared… Read full post »

Newton Reflecting

Long ago and far away, in a galaxy not unlike our own but which no longer exists, in a place without iPads and Kindles and where traffic on the information highway was jammed with the cacophonous beep-buzz-honk-screech of dial-up modems, I came down with an incurable, life-al/… Read full post »

Borrowed…then purchased!
by
L Hartman Amazon Verified Purchase

David Boyne showed up as a “suggestion” by my Kindle, I assume, because of my collection of books authored by humorous, witty, and intelligent writers. Taking advantage of my Prime membership, I borrowed Happy Accidents… Read full post »