Author Archives: soulmailing

They dig like dinosaurs, chomping into the earth These fearsome metal-jawed excavators Hauling up mouthfuls of rocky dirt, cement block, rusty rebar Kicking up the grimy, dusty detritus Of the old word factory. They tear and rend like T-Rexes These … Continue reading →

I caught nature dying the other day. A sharp shard of ice hung from the gutter of my porch, the sun illuminating it like a Nordic pitch fork. Tiny beads of water dripped from its two tines. Out with the … Continue reading →

When I was a kid, Mom occasionally fixed us something for dinner called “city chicken legs.” We Honey kids thought this was a real treat. It was some kind of tasty meat on a stick, breaded and fried. They were … Continue reading →

In the fall of 1965 I was an invalid. I injured my back playing football in the backyard and spent the next three months in a body cast, encased chest to knees in mummifying plaster. Don’t ask about the details. … Continue reading →

I always forget how much I hate being sick. It makes an otherwise normal life into an unpleasant chore, all the day and night long. The fact almost everyone does it at this time of year is little consolation. I … Continue reading →

The Master of the Mystic Arts has arrived in the 21st Century, just in time to save the world from its dark forces. When my daughter, Emily, gleefully informed me that a Dr. Strange movie was finally going to be … Continue reading →

My tree is perhaps the prettiest it’s ever been, a perfect little Fraser fir plucked off the corner lot across from Meijer. It glows quietly this morning, its white and blue lights winking where Andrea thoughtfully draped them. My beloved Jumping … Continue reading →