The other day I purged my reading list; people that I follow on WordPress. I hesitated at one by a Texas, desert dweller, Old Jules. I hadn’t read it in a while. However, I decided to keep it and I’m glad I did.
I read his post, The Nightmares of Acceptance.
He had once said that he did not write about his childhood. And that he never would.
Well, he did. Continue reading Cardboard Castles
Salvage from the depths of the sea ~ the nadar of my existence.
verb [ with obj. ]
rescue (a wrecked or disabled ship or its cargo) from loss at sea: an emerald and gold cross was salvaged from the wreck.
• retrieve or preserve (something) from potential loss or adverse circumstances: it was the only crumb of comfort he could salvage from the ordeal.
the rescue of a wrecked or disabled ship or its cargo from loss at sea: [ as modifier ] : a salvage operation was under way.
• the cargo saved from a wrecked or sunken ship: salvage taken from a ship that had sunk in the river.
• the rescue of property or material from potential loss or destruction.
• Law payment made or due to a person who has saved a ship or its cargo.
My mother’s home is being demolitioned. My life was demolitoned years ago. Continue reading Salvage
Water to Water ~ Sand to Sand
I am a child of the sixties. I have memories.
I was getting on the school bus, when I was told President Kennedy had been shot. I was climbing those three, tall steps, covered with black, rubber matt, when Miss Brubaker, the driver, was telling us about it. I had the awareness that this was news of consequence. I watched her from my green, vinyl seat, trying to comprehend the meaning of it all. Everything looked the same; the green grass, the outdoor basketball park, the low, white buildings that were our classrooms. On such a dark day the sun was shining bright.
I was told by my teacher, that I must watch the funeral. It was history. Continue reading No Control
Your childhood seemed an endless nightmare./ You learned to surf and ride a horse. Ring the Bell
You encountered Ann Noreen, a nun with a mental problems./ You received a far better than average education. Ring the Bell
You married too young; into a tumultuous relationship./ You have a beautiful daughter. Ring the Bell Continue reading Good and Bad ~ Ring the Bell
I was traveling down a trail, chasing a turtle ~ the day had just begun; it had promise.
The red clay, rock laden road, led to the beach of my dreams. The water was aqua, warm and inviting. The beach was lined with palms.
The waves were FULL of surfers.
The turtle looked at me, and said, “you better not drop in on me.”
The grain structure of the Zero particles eliminates the need for Dark Matter, and eliminates the strangeness of Quantum Physics. Particle, wave duality is just a particle travelling through scalar particles. Continue reading There is a God
We were all nervy with an unspoken anticipation. We were accelerating toward something and we didn’t know what. Geek Love – Katherine Dunn
It’s safe to say that they were moving towards the grave, these long-gone ancestors of mine. In 1962, speed had a different connotation. It was the pace of a powder blue Impala, crossing long, low bridges, over deep, dark waters, heading south to Orangedale. The glide of a push button Dodge Dart, maneuvering the Trout River Bridge. And a big, black-house Mercury, lumbering through the neighborhood, to pick up Nell, who inched her way down the stairs of a Riverside, garage apartment. Continue reading Four Sisters
The first days of a very long journey.