MALTA DIARY – Day 2
MALTA DIARY DAY TWO I wake up with the sun, around 6 am. Instagram and Tiktok are ablaze with news about the election, the outraged and the vindicated each having their noisy [...]
MALTA DIARY
DAY ONE (Tuesday November 5-Wednesday November 6) Took off from LAX in a massive airbus on Tuesday afternoon, LA time. The flight was 10 and a half hours; being in Business Class made it [...]
NEXT LEVEL IMPROV
NEXT LEVEL IMPROV The following is not a review of The Improvised Shakespeare Company, it's a prescription. How do you know you need The Improvised Shakespeare Company? If you have not laughed until your eyes [...]
TALLY HO!
I’m now of the age when my body’s a cage and I’m forced to take stock of amounts like cholesterol rates and the beats my heart makes, not to mention my current sperm count. And [...]
When You Cancel Me
When You Cancel Me When you cancel me someday (Don’t say you won’t; that’s what they always say) Don’t fail to strike me down with righteous zeal And have no sympathy for how I feel. [...]
“On” All The Time (Poem)
“ON” All The Time By Jim Meskimen When I was just a boy of nine when grownups gathered for party time I’d take it on to entertain, do voices, clown, and I’d take pains to [...]
The Spark
What makes the boulder split? Not thunderbolt, nor hurtling meteor or earthquake's jolt. To delicate and gossamer and fairy-fingered life the spalled rock cracks, surrenders. Once formidable, now hastening toward decline. Thus toils the lichen, [...]
Poem for People Who Prefer Starting to Stopping
The starter's gun, The rising sun, That chord when overture's begun The empty page, The fresh-poured glass, A newly sprouted blade of grass The bright "hello", The future plan, Made by some woman or some [...]
In Appreciation of Sunflowers
A single sunflower is some of the best evidence I know that miracles happen, not once, but often; innumerable as blossoms. Infinite, perhaps, or nearly. That’s good enough for me. I’m a big fan of [...]
Slap, Slap, Slap… short fiction
I hear the sound again, a rythmic slap, and know she is outside. A peek outside my front window thru the shutters verifies it– Iris. Iris, the early riser. Iris, the determined. Iris, the… kindergartner? [...]