The Thing From Bloggy Swamp
- Boston, Massachusetts, US of A
- September 28
- . . . is the author of over fifty books--some with paper!--available on amazon.com and elsewhere.
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It’s Saturday morning, which means the tension is starting to build for our weekly out-of-home social interaction. Regardless of whether we get together with people in a higher income bracket or a lower, my wife faults me for doing, saying, wearing, implying or inferring something I shouldn&rsq… Read full post »
It had been an impulse buy, as so many of my books are when they’re purchased on a Saturday after I’ve had a few glasses of wine and we’re wandering around a bookstore. But it was an acquisition I’d been planning for a long time; I have a home William… Read full post »
Arnold M. Eisen, Wanted: Converts to Judaism, Wall Street Journal
FULTON, Ohio. It’s the opening night at the Fulton County Fair in this tiny town in northwest… Read full post »
STAFFORD SPRINGS, Connecticut. Tori Carrington is a mother of three with a black labrador retriever named “Boots” and a pick-up and drop-off schedule that reads like a cab dispatcher’s log. “I’ve got so much stuff to haul around town, there’s no way I cou… Read full post »
You said you was goin’ outside for a smoke.
A half hour later I called up your folks.
They said you weren’t there and just laughed at your joke.
And you weren’t in bed when I next awoke.
I got in the car to drive around town.
I’d find you if I had to… Read full post »
By some verbal turn of a publicist
worthy of an Ellis Island clerk,
Joseph Edward Filipelli became Flip Phillips.
As coincidence would have it, I heard him
on a boat going out of Boston Harbor.
Sixty-five years old, blowing as cool as the
seabreeze off the Atlantic.
You were so good for an Italian… Read full post »
On learning that the poet Gerard de Nerval had a pet lobster he walked on a leash.
Gee but it’s great after being out late–
Walking my lobster back home.
There’s little risk that she’ll turn into bisque,
Walking my lobster back home.
She grows quite bored of the maddening horde,
S… Read full post »
A self-published poet who focused on homelessness in her work has resigned after only a week on the job as North Carolina’s poet laureate following criticism of the governor’s appointment process.
&n… Read full post »
That’s my problem, he thought to himself as he turned off the music to his headphones. He had been listening to Chet Baker and in a moment his state of mind had turned from mellow moodiness to irritation. The romantic background that the sounds had provided on his morning walk to… Read full post »
&n… Read full post »
Ho-hum. Another day, another Division I off… Read full post »
The bats are out tonight,
I said. She looked up and there
they were, silhouetted against the dying light
to the west. Over our shoulders
to the east it was dark, but from where
we sat, we had an intimate view of the two,
engaged in some sort of courtship ritual
I surmised after a while;… Read full post »
It was the summer of ’69, and men were preparing
to land on the moon, at the same time that
an event of far greater consequence was
about to occur; a declaration of troth
between two star-crossed lovers here on earth.
The girl was unknown, disreputable; the boy,
from a family that mattered,… Read full post »
I have things that I should
but I will lie abed with you
in homage to our deaths last night
from which we woke long after light
had first shone underneath the
to ‘luminate the mess we made.
Like Lazarus, we are
this/… Read full post »
The history of jazz includes many might-have-beens, but none so puzzling as that of Oran Thaddeus “Hot Lips” Page.
He was recognized by the masters of the trumpet in his day as their peer. Roy Eldridge ranked Lips as “most underrated” in an interview, and… Read full post »
An evening of jazz, how pleasant one thinks,
then you hear a noise like a kitchen sink
being tossed out a window into a dumpster
or bombs bursting in air over Fort Sumter.
There’s a hint of three tomcats all tossed in a bag,
then shaken, not stirred as a loathsome gag.
You smile and applaud, but… Read full post »
WORCESTER, Mass. This gritty city in central Massachusetts is the second-largest in New England, a fact that comes as a surprise to many both outside its boundaries and in. “You coulda knocked me over with a feather when I heard dat,” says Butch Wyznorski, who lives in the tou… Read full post »
It’s family vacation time, and against their noble savage instincts, we’ve decided to inflict some high culture on the boys by taking them to the National Museum of Dance in Saratoga Springs.
“Do we have to?” Scooter, the older and more forthright of the two at twelve asked&nd… Read full post »
The carnival was in town for the State Fair, and the boy Brad had gone out to the fairgrounds trying to find his first job, at the age of 12.
Every place he’d asked he’d been turned down; he didn’t understand, he’d see other boys and girls about his age wiping… Read full post »
There once was a man of an uncertain age
Who felt his life slipping, that he’d turned a page,
So he dumped the Mrs. and gave her some dough,
And set off to find self, where’er it might gough.
He tried Grecian formula to blacken his locks,
Wore slim-fitting sweaters, bought… Read full post »
BOSTON. It is, to all appearances, an unlikely port of entry to an ancient culture: an unassuming sandwich shop with just a few tables for patrons who want to eat in since it depends heavily on bulk lunch deliveries to nearby offices. “Frankly, I was surprised,” says Dr. Philip… Read full post »
REGGIO EMILIA, Italy. This industrial town in the north of Italy is getting a sprucing up in anticipation of a visit by Pope Francis I to celebrate the canonization of St. Luciana, a young girl who will be named the patron saint of bathroom breaks.
Luciana: “No, I don’t… Read full post »
There once was a man, whom to each woman fetching
Would extend an invite to come look at his etchings.
Once they were safely ensconced in his apartment
He’d make timid moves in the seduction department.
He’d look at them longingly, then sing off-key,
“There’s Danger in Your Eyes, C… Read full post »
After climbing to the top of the corporate ladder many women find themselves unfulfilled, silently asking themselves “Is this all there is? A seven-figure salary as a top international financial advisor helping billionaires shelter their wealth from greedy governments in Caribbean tax… Read full post »
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