March 2004
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What’s Left Out
I realize that I never speak of politics here, or the war. It is not, as it may seem, that they are not on my mind. I watch, read, and listen to the news — no doubt more than is good for me. Anyone who knows me in "real life" would tell you that I… Continue reading
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SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM
Has anyone else noticed how creative spammers are becoming? Here is a short list of "people" who have sent me spam in the past few days: Synergism B. Forwarding Issac B. Dupree Furthers P. Liquids Octavio Vigil Incline E. Scarf Trapezoids E. Unkindest Discouragements U. Prohibitory Timetables H. Vistas Strategic D. Exchequer Bellini E. Unifying… Continue reading
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Red Ball
This morning I saw a red motor boat circling on the river with three men, all wearing orange float jackets and red helmets. I conclude that they are working; how many grown men voluntarily wear float jackets and helmets, on a shallow river, on a fine spring day? They drop a red ball under the… Continue reading
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Joe
Yesterday, a note from my aunt telling me that Mom had taken my stepfather to the hospital. My mother would not have told me so quickly, not wanting to worry me. He’s there now for a few days, "observation", though the doctors assure us it is most likely a medication reaction; a minor problem. He… Continue reading
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Hunger
Come home. I will feed you pasta and pears, Jorge’s burnt-tongue chili, Aunt Millie’s buttermilk pie. In the blue mornings, we will sit by the east window. I will soothe you with soup and milk, sweeten you with honey and chocolate, cappuccino in the afternoons, sweet wine at night. Your skin, pale and dry from… Continue reading
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