I bend to hold a concrete slab at their sides, then crouch down the stairs, a sideways crab, determined to get a broader view, and so glad, now as I write this, that I don’t always care how I look in this so beautiful world, that I don’t somehow mind the awkwardness of age,...
Tea Partiers, pattering down the stairs, especially those who identify themselves as Christians (with a capital “C”), believe that Man (particularly American Man) is made in God’s image, the apple (only not the apple) of His eye. As a result, creation revolves around Man; the Earth...
A draft poem of sorts. Yes, a bit weird. About the divided self. And rock-lugging. Above is a photo I took today that doesn’t exactly go with the poem, but that a like–a snake between two large rock stairs. I am linking this toWith Real Toadsopen link night. Categories:poetry ...
I’ve known about the deadline for a while, but could not decide which manuscript I could bear to focus on until 6 a.m. yesterday. (Revisiting an old manuscript can be a bit like meeting up with an X–quite painful until you settle down and just have sex.) (Note to husband–this ...
Certainly, they did not in prior history. They were physically busier—think of the difficulty of having to heat water just to wash clothes. (Of course, in the City, I have to carry my laundry up and down a few flights of stairs, and used to have to drag it across two courtyards. ...
mopping stairs, and while there’s nothing wrong with pots or stairs, scrubbing and mopping, they are not so great as ultimate options, not to mention the fear stored in closet shadows, along with the broom handles, buckets, lye.