APRIL 10, 2009 7:58PM

The "Mustard Seeds"

How does a blogger get noticed on OS? I'm trying to figure this one out... you know, pondering... probing the old "grey matter" and basically trying to come up with an idea that is conclusive... 

So  I've been thinking (a most dangerous thing), and decided to throw this, the sum of… Read full post »

APRIL 9, 2009 1:00PM

Dirty Haiku Thursday-- Oops

 

ejaculation

oops... sorry  baby my bad

just  twenty seconds?

 

 

 

 

 

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APRIL 6, 2009 12:43PM

Carl Yastrzemski And Me


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Baseball has comforted me throughout my years. I feel a sense of renewal as the Red Sox return to Fenway Park to play the game I so love. Today my age is irrelevant. I become younger than my sons. There are no monsters in my lifeRead full post »
MARCH 26, 2009 2:14PM

Dirty Haiku Thursday! Wood.

 

Oh man not again

poor eyesight, yes, confusing

wrong blue pill, honey? Read full post »

MARCH 23, 2009 2:37PM

My Son Adam

Yesterday, I blogged about a ghost who haunted my family. Within the context of my story, I mentioned my son Adam. It’s amazing how a simple thought of what happened to my son’s existence as I knew it then, can become so overwhelming, so frightening, that the thought in itself becomes… Read full post »

Ghost? Do they exist? If they do, what do they want? Perhaps they are deceased relatives stopping by for a visit? Or maybe they are remnants of forgotten energy, poor souls stuck in a karmic rut of repetition? The ghost I’m going to write about was none of the above. He’s… Read full post »

MARCH 17, 2009 10:50PM

My Depression

Why does depression want to be my best friend? On sunny days, it blocks the sun. When I hear a funny joke, it blunts the punch line. When friends talk to me, it garbles their words as if those words are projected through a thick clumpy wall of oatmeal.Read full post »

Editor’s Pick
MARCH 6, 2009 10:33AM

Death Thinks It's a Comedian

Death has laughed at me many times, sometimes from distance, other times slapping me on the shoulder proclaiming, “Ain’t this a hoot?”

Death’s hilarity eludes me. Don’t get me wrong, I love humor, shit, sometimes my humor-mode kicks in when I’m writing, talking to… Read full post »

MARCH 5, 2009 10:06AM

A Daughter's Prayer

Sarah Rawson couldn’t believe it. Her seven -year old daughter was already in bed, no ten more minutes of television, no sudden need to snack, no pouting cherub face.

“Are you sure the mailman didn’t forget?” Lisa asked.

“No, Honey, he didn’t.”

“Ca… Read full post »