... down various neural pathways, and left by way of fingers and pen.

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Ape-legged, addlepated,

he lurches foot by bare hairy-toed foot along  the dirt road.

He reminds me of Eliot's Sweeney.

Clad in rags unwashed, trying to use a mind unhinged and cluttered:

he is… Read full post »

Hey, kid,

Take it easy. It's just me... 30 years later. A little unsought advice (and worth every cent you paid for it):

Mom and dad love you much more than you think they do. Try to see that, ok? I wish I could tell you to talk to them more… Read full post »

Unintended consequences

Sirenita wrote a lovely post recently, a series of vignettes of the vermin in her life. Like the scent of Proust's madeline, it evoked memories...

Don't get attached to him -- especially don't give him a name

When I was in high school, one of our… Read full post »

(with no apologies to Stephen Sondheim for the homage to the Ladies Who Lunch from Company)

I've lost track of the good writers on OS who have departed because OS had become too much of a distraction from Real Writing. And I don't really want to comment or PM to… Read full post »

I don't officially believe in Hell.

Last time I checked, it wasn't a Jewish thing. We do our suffering here and now, believe me. (Note to Self: Maintain intellectual cred and do research, starting with all Judaica bookmarks on delicious page. Note from Self: Yeah, right. Did you see that… Read full post »

 Prologue: This is where I'm anonymous

I haven't told any of my non-virtual friends about Open Salon.  Actually, I haven't told any of my other virtual friends, either.  I want to write about things I'm ashamed of here, things that I'm tired of taxing my friends with. … Read full post »