The Thing From Bloggy Swamp
- Boston, Massachusetts, US of A
- September 28
- . . . is the author of over forty books available in print and electronic format on amazon.com and elsewhere.
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There was a time–it wasn’t that long ago–when America was a simpler place.
Kids with names like “Buddy” and “Sis” would race home from school to be embraced by their mothers, who would give them a plate of Hydrox Cookies and glasses of milk and then w… Read full post »
Palinode: A poem written to retract something said in a prior poem.
Christine, by this poem I do penance
leaving you without saying why.
I know I never called again but try
to understand; today I found a poem
I wrote to you that I'd forgot I'd written;
as you I'm sure can barely… Read full post »
It was Saturday night, 6:30, and we still hadn’t figured out what we were going to do for dinner.
“How about Chinese?” I asked my wife.
“That’s not a night out,” she said, “that’s more like take-out.”
“How about that new Mexican re
Where does the foam from the lattes go?
I'm not being flip--I want to know.
When I don't say “no foam” at the espresso bar
It sticks to the side of my cup, like tar.
The only way to remove it, without being a messer
Is to use those sticks that look like
Lately there has been a good deal of discussion about the risks that football players run from concussions. The debate has been vociferougous, I mean vigorous and vociferous.
Just this morning my local paper ran a story saying that schoolboy football teams in our area will now be subject to limits… Read full post »
Today, as every schoolboy knows, is International Talk Like a Pirate Day. First observed in 1995, the day is celebrated by adopting the speech patterns of the stereotypical corsairs of the Golden Age of Piracy from 1650 to 1720: “Avast!” replaces “Stop!”, “Ahoy”… Read full post »
COME WALK THE MEAN STREETS OF SOUTHERN BOSTON WITH ME!
By Vijay Barnicle
In order to understand a young man like Tyrone Wilson, you must do as I… Read full post »
Claim: A never-previously wed, college-educated woman over age 40 has a better chance of being killed by a terrorist than of getting married.
I was new at the firm, a lateral hire from a place I’d prefer to forget. Three and a half years out of law school, the perfect time to make a move according to the headhunter who’d contacted me about the job. “You’ve got the skills, they’re not paying… Read full post »
Ennui–I feel nothing but ennui as Saturday night approaches.
I am enervated, the product of over-stimulation. Every weekend my friend Emil leads me on a tour of Boston’s fleshpots, where we sample the courtesans, the ladies of the night, the demi-mondaines who are so readily available… Read full post »
It was a typical Saturday for me, browsing through the thrift shops on Comm Ave, looking for old books and records, when I spied a familiar face out of the corner of my eye.
“Barbie?” I asked tentatively.
She rolled over in the toy bin where she lay and looked up… Read full post »
Everybody loves the daily walk down to the mailbox, especially when it’s chock full of greeting cards and catalogs that cause Mr. Postal Service severe back pain and make him a little snippy around this time of year.
The US Postal Service is here to serve you, the people who… Read full post »
I sat nervously in the reception area of Dai-Ichi Kangyo Industries, uncomfortable in my suit and tie. How do humans get through the day in these monkey suits? Haven’… Read full post »
SOMERVILLE, Mass. Maggie Turbek is a writing coach who learned the hard way the perils of caring too much. “I turned in a magazine article a day late because I wasted a whole Sunday on a nuclear disarmament demonstration,” she says ruefully. “After that my name was mud… Read full post »
When I was growing up–I know, that begs the question–if I wasn’t gigging frogs or shooting marbles I used to wile away my idle hours hanging out at my father’s business. What boy doesn’t want to grow up to be like his dad and own a women’s clothing store?
An Orgasm Almost Killed Her (We Are Not Kidding)… Read full post »
It started out as just another Saturday night dinner party in the suburbs. Conversation ran the gamut from our kids to our septic systems to our kids to home values, then made a hairpin turn back to our septic systems. Who says the suburbs are boring?
And yet, once we’d… Read full post »