Tag Archives: aging
Old Blue Eyes
Toritto in 1982 at40 No, this is not a post about Frank Sinatra! If you were lured here under false pretenses as a lover of Sinatra please accept my apologies. If you are interested in why I picked the title … Continue reading
Patience and Prudence
A re-post from a year ago. At a corner table of a Wendy’s an old woman sits every morning bent over her paper, her coffee and half eaten egg patiently awaiting further attention. In the banality that is old age … Continue reading
25th High School Reunion
I saw her at the ’84 reunion a little older, a little grayer, the first fine lines on her porcelain face; inhabiting the body of a stranger while here in the yearbook we are all preserved; the teen beauty … Continue reading
That’s All There Is
Watching toddlers frolic at the shore with squirt guns, building sand castles under the watchful eyes of their beautiful MILF mothers sitting nearby in sun hats moist in the heat, beads of sweat collecting in swells and creases, I realized … Continue reading
Going Home
You go back to the place you grew up and find it’s changed houses and bars that are no more the ones still standing, unrecognizable and you see her now, the teen beauty of your youthful dreams a cocktail waitress … Continue reading
Running With Stars
I am nothing I do not exist I am invisible with no Facebook page no Twitter follows Does anyone know I’m here? Hello? in the vastness that is space and time how many thinking beings have lived and died forgotten? … Continue reading
