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November 9, 2018


The fat woman stood before the elderly person sitting on the sidewalk. She glanced at the beggar’s empty cup. Get a life, she whispered. The elderly beggar looked up. Get what? Get help, the fat woman said, giving the beggar a wrinkled dollar bill. After the woman left the beggar said to herself: Get a life? Where? There is no life. Get help? The same thing—it is the same thing.

A second woman walked by the beggar. This one asked her: Are you hungry? Would you like a meal? The beggar’s answer was quick: Yes! The woman gave her a single dollar bill and a protein bar. You call this a meal, the beggar wanted to say. Instead, she said Thank you.



The Man

October 12, 2018

You are the man. You are the man I wanted, the man I couldn’t have. I stretched out my arm and hand to you. I could never catch you; you were slippery. You teased me; I teased you back. I loved you and said so. You played hard to get. Others  were interested. You aroused other women, sophisticated women. They were women of the world. l was the country bumpkin from a foreign land. I could hardly speak your language. Your customs and habits weren’t mine anymore. Our eyes knew everything. Our eyes said things that we could not say in public.

The Rain

October 11, 2018


The rain wasn’t fun anymore. It wasn’t a pastime, something out of the classic movie Singing in the Rain, with Gene Kelly dancing and putting his feet happily in puddles and puddles of rain. The rain annoyed her. It made her frustrated with her life, with what she had become. All she longed for was a warm place and a hot cup of tea. All she wanted was the comfort of what she most enjoyed and wanted to have.













The Box

September 12, 2018

The Box

I open the box—I open it just a little bit. I’ve heard so much about the contents of the box! There are beautiful things in it, incredibly exciting things that I’ve never seen before. The colors are bright and alive—blue, yellow, red and pink. There is no black. There would never be anything black inside the box. There would not be anything grey; grey is dreary and drab. I stare at everything; my mouth is open. I can’t believe what I see. From nowhere, someone’s hand slaps my hand. My fingers hurt and I quickly pull them away. I want to cry, but I can’t. When will I see what is inside the box again? Passion—I love the passion the box inspires in me. I enjoy life because of the box.





August 6, 2017

Believe me! Please believe me! Look at my face. My eyes have to tell you something. Don’t die! Please don’t die! I don’t want you to go. I don’t want to feel empty again. I hurt because I am not with you. If the final thing were to happen, I’d be devastated. Yes, I am being selfish. Promise me you will take care of yourself. Wherever you are, I want you with life.

No Place

April 25, 2017

No Place

He hadn’t shaved in days. The smell on his body was unmistakable. He hadn’t taken any showers lately.  His tan jacket was too big for him; he had lost a lot of weight. His trousers needed a better belt. He talked about the old days and how things had been good for him back then. It wasn’t so long ago—maybe 3 or 4 years. He couldn’t remember; he thought it had been in 2012 0r 2013. His voice broke a few times, recalling people no longer around. No one dear lived near him. They were somewhere else; they were in a place he couldn’t even dream of reaching.





January 22, 2017

You. It is all about you. Your stuff, your life, your thoughts and feelings. The spotlight is on you. It is always on you. I stay on the sidelines. I just watch how other people look at you, respond to you.


January 22, 2017

No. I am sorry. I am so very sorry. I can’t. I can’t let you. The Thing is there. The horrible thing is in the room next door. It will see you and hear you. You make noise when you run around. It’s natural. You are a cat. You need freedom. There is none here. No freedom for you, no freedom for me.


October 28, 2016


Yawn. I want to go. Tune out. I want to tune out. I want to choose another channel, a channel without pain and worry and despair. The weather here, with all the harsh wind blowing, is like my situation. I will close my eyes. Maybe that will help. I doubt it will do much. But maybe for a tiny bit I do not have to think about anything. I do not want to think. Thinking about the situation makes me want to vomit.



No There

October 26, 2016

No There

No, little one, my little one. Please, I beg of you. I ask you nicely because I love you. Do not. Just do not go there. Don’t dare run to the doors of the other rooms. Walk around for 2 minutes, no more than 2, and come right back to our room.  Someone can see you in the living room and they’ll tell the fat man. The fat man will manipulate his words to make it look like he is the decent one and that you and I disrespect his free house. He’s very good at that, at saying things in such a way that make him seem respectable. Please, my little cat, forgive me. I am so sorry. I want you to be free. I want me to be free. This is not the place for that.