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, but I can tell you that I did not tell her about the pink sweater, or that I had cried myself to sleep three nights in a row before starting school at Tropical Elementary on Monday, November 13, 1972.  

Musings & Thoughts for Sunday, November 20, 2022, or: Cripes! It’s Cold, Gray, Rainy…and Gloomy


“Cold feet under a warm blanket, steam over an empty mug–rain splatters on dry windowpane–open journals of closed memories… tears of laughter and joy of pain… schmaltz of diametric morning.” ― Val Uchendu It’s a dark, cold, dismally rainy Sunday afternoon here in the Tampa Bay area, and with Pops in Love: John Williams &Continue reading “Musings & Thoughts for Sunday, November 20, 2022, or: Cripes! It’s Cold, Gray, Rainy…and Gloomy”

School, 1972 (Heartsong): Haiku #9


Auburn hair, loose, brushed Past fair shoulders gently spills Catches morning’s light

School, 1972 Revisited -(June 1983): Haiku #6


Springtime’s warm embrace Clasps the haunted wide schoolground First love’s promise smashed.