Friday, June 29, 2012

Weekly Worded


Fatalism Doesn’t Have To Be Depressing

The wind ceased
and the sun set.
All the dust and light

rushing over the horizon
looked as if it might ignite
a waterfall of fire.

How beautiful, I thought,
as another day
of my life ended.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Weekly Worded


Underground Publishing

  “I had no idea self-publishing could be done posthumously.”
  “None of our authors talk about it.”
  “Why not?”
  “For the obvious reason.”
  “Oh, I see.”
  “Are you interested in submitting a manuscript?”
  “Do I have to before I’m dead?”
  “Not necessarily, but it’s the only way you’ll know if the manuscript is accepted.”
  “Ah, again I see.”
  “It takes time for our authors to understand the process, but in the end they’re happy with the services we provide.”
  “How would you know?”
  “No complaints.”
  “I too am beginning to understand.  Of course, you collect your money from the living."
  “No way around that one.”
  “And if the book sells well?”
  “The author gets every dime.”
  “I see, posthumous royalties.”
  “Exactly, and no taxes.”
  “I’ll have to think about it and get back to you.”
  “That would be fine, but as I tell all our authors, don’t wait too long.”

Friday, June 15, 2012

Weekly Worded


 A Good Night’s Sleep

Believe in anything before going to bed
and by morning

you will already be
eight hours ahead of disappointment.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Weekly Worded


















Sellvation

“Bless me father, for I have sinned, my last confession was six years ago.”
“Good heavens, my son, why so long?”
“Six years ago I bought the truck I’m driving today.”
“Does this have something to do with your soul?”
“Well, it was a good truck.”
“God isn’t concerned with trucks.”
“Six years ago I asked if I could use the church parking lot to sell my old vehicle.”
“And what did I say?”
“As long as I didn’t park it near the main entrance, you said fine.”
“I’m sorry, my son, but I don’t remember.”
“That’s alright, is it still okay?”
“Your soul?”
“No, using the church lot to sell my truck.”
“Good heavens, no.”
“But you attract an excellent clientele.”
“Our parishioners attend services for God’s sake.”
“But the truck is immaculate!”
“How many miles?”
“Less than 75,000, brand new tires and brakes.”
“Original miles?”
“I swear!”
“Careful, careful.  Keep your voice down.”
“Leather upholstery, heated bucket seats, custom paint.”
“We are adjured by God to endure His hardships.”
“Okay, the passenger seat only gets lukewarm.”
“Is that all?”
“The engine overheats if you run the air conditioner while pulling a trailer.”
“Anything else, my son?”
“The spare tire’s shot, but that’s it.”
“Why sell the truck if it’s a good one?”
“I’ve got a family now, going to be looking for a minivan.  $2,000 under book, honest!”
“For your penance, say 50 Our Fathers and 50 Hail Marys.”
“Yes Father.”
“And park the truck in the rectory driveway.”

Friday, June 1, 2012

Weekly Worded


Narcissus and the Snake

In twenty years enough hair and skin
has made it down the drain
that now the flow has ebbed,

and so he stares into the basin
as water seeps through
the swamp he has created.

If only he had a snake
to clear the clog
that habit leaves in his wake,

he’d gladly spend the afternoon
on his knees
dismantling this abyss,

but towel in hand he waits,
wishing the water would swirl
and swallow his face.