Posts from ‘October, 2009’

The Hollow Men
T. S. Eliot
Mistah Kurtz—he dead.
A penny for the Old Guy
I
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our [...]

Everyone in the Good Ol’ USofA has a gramma that was the “pie” gramma. This gramma is the keeper of the secrets of baking. This was the gramma that stood at the kitchen counter when we were kids and using nothing but a rolling pin and air (as far as we knew) baked delicacies fit [...]

When I was a young man: a new father in fact; my father-in-law said to us one day:” We should sally forth, to the land of my birth in search of the holy grail”. I knew that his cause was just, and his honor true.
Being but a squire at the time, I attended [...]

Once in a decade or so, an image so impacts me, that it feels like there is a physical weight on my chest. An example  would be the  little girl in the Shake and Bake commercial from the 60’s -  “And I helped”.  It was just such a weird and twisted image. Betty Crocker [...]

As a writer, I am often wont to do a little research before I flesh out a concept or narrative. In this particular case, I got in my cyber-car and drove over to WIKI with a query on the origins of “Scotch” in scotch tape. This is just the word that I find myself using [...]