Day: April 16, 2017

Reasonable Questions

Do they honestly expect a writer to sit and read books, stories and essays without being given time to write? Don’t they understand how days without writing curdles our souls, impoverishes our moods, and devastates our spirits, especially when they’ve given us books to read? “Here,” they whisper. “I loved this book. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

They’re right, but the pain. You hunger to rush away and find time alone with your muse. At least, freed, a flood words are released one more time. You pleasure to a little temporary relief but you know, it’s gonna happen again.

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The Hormone Effect

The promises.

Harvard and Yale are considered in her junior year of high school. Speaking five languages, a prodigy with several musical instruments, in advance placement classes, we’re pleased, proud and envious of who she is and her potential. But the boy has changed everything. We don’t see and feel what he brings to her but she’s modified her plans. A small local college is the goal, with a degree in international business.

Our pain of our lost dreams want us to urge her, think again, please, think ago. You wonder how this will work out. What will she be in ten years? Will they still be together? You try not to color her life with your experiences but you understand. You remember the warnings they gave you. You ignored them as she is ignoring them, because it was you, and things were different.

Life worked pretty well, you reassure yourself, but you remember the potential you tasted before the hormones struck.

Oh, the promises.

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Today’s Theme Music

I’ve returned to a place where I once lived. Reconciliation becomes a an algebra problem. There are so many unknowns. Solve for X.

The undertones remain the same. Nothing changed in those frequencies.

A song begins because I’m a nostalgic romantic.

Glenn Frey wrote and recorded it. I learned it in 1985.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-EhrdrBdAKA

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Suddencat

A suddencat is a wily beast moving with the sound of fog without a whisper of wind. You’re there, alone, when a suddencat abruptly leaps onto your lap, slides across your calf, or sits down, asking questions with whiskers and eyes.

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