Category: First Love
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On Writing and Storytelling: When Jim Garraty First Realizes What His Heart’s Been Trying to Tell Him (Reunion: Coda)
When Jim Garraty First Realizes What His Heart’s Been Trying to Tell Him Long before Jim Garraty ever found the words for what he was feeling, there were moments—small, ordinary, almost forgettable to anyone else—that rearranged something inside him. This is one of the earliest. Not a confession, not a dramatic turning point, just a…
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Tempus Fugit (Countdown to the Big Six-Oh Edition): A (School) Day in the Life, February 1973
Well, Dear Reader, with less than 17 days until my 60th birthday, it’s time for (yet) another Tempus Fugit piece related to this landmark birthday. On this day in 1973, which fell on a Friday, I was at Tropical Elementary – more likely than not – in Mrs. Chambers’ Special Education class in Room 29.…
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Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T- 50 Years Later (Epilogue)
I never even talked about Cheryl much with “the girl who came after,” and – I don’t know why the fuck I did this – what little I did say was not true. I don’t remember what cockamamie story I told K the few times that she asked about the girl I had left behind,…
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School, 1972 (Heartsong): Haiku # 10
Afternoon’s cold light Songs played in melancholic keys Remind me of you
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School, 1972 (Heartsong): Haiku #9
Auburn hair, loose, brushed Past fair shoulders gently spills Catches morning’s light
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School, 1972 Revisited (50 Years Later): Haiku #8
Winter’s coming nears Northern winds bring sad gray skies Tears fall like snowflakes
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School, 1972 Revisited (50 Years After): Haiku # 7
Old childhood picture Yellowed, dogeared, still treasured Past heartaches return
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School, 1972 Revisited -(June 1983): Haiku #6
Springtime’s warm embrace Clasps the haunted wide schoolground First love’s promise smashed.
A Certain Point of View, Too 