Tag: fiction
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Tapestry
I went to a specialized school. My MSW said last week that it was an open concept school of the sixties and seventies. One of the most prominent in the country. I was hurt in 1967 very badly. I had the best plastic surgeon in the state and they had a Social Worker for me.…
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.0001
My mother had told me that I had an IQ higher than anyone else in our family. That it was in the .0001 of the top 1% taken, starting around ’65 because my father and sister’s IQs were so high. My father had scored the highest Raw Score on certain tests in the military. The…
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Kit Carson
In third grade they forgot to teach me cursive – in second grade. Or perhaps I was still recovering. I am a Genius and I spoke French and in third grade the school forgot cursive. My neighbor brought the neighborhood kids to see the Battle of Midway in ’73. His wife brought just me to…
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Through the Mirror Sideways
Child, does your mother know you are out here? Who gave you the right to ask me that? Your mother. Come here. I don’t know. I am busy. Myself is trying to get his memories back and I keep moving them. Sometimes they are hidden in French. Other times…he’s not as smart as me. Who…
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Year of the Rat
Give me a wonder, a word. Give me a silent reason without silence. Give me a moment a shared second or two. Give me your hand. And I will try to tell you… because even the greatest author cannot hide the presence of the final page, of saying goodbye to a friend. And I was…
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Bow
A collaboration with CoPilot Under the honey‑slow morning I wandered,young as the hush before sunlight breaks,and the fields, all breathing green and forever,lifted their bright, forgiving faces to me.Time was a distant bell in a far steeple,ringing for someone older than I was,and the day, wide‑armed and river‑easy,carried me laughing through its dreaming hours. Time…
September 