Count the Beautiful Things, Part 2

I wrote a second day's worth.   It's not poetry, really, but here it is.   We could do this sort of thing everyday, and never run out of counting.   Just thankful. Especially for this beautiful bunch.   Not together this year for Thanksgiving, but they'll always be with me, whichever holiday table finds …

Count the Beautiful Things, Part 1

It's just a list, really, an off the cuff exercise from a few days ago.   Seemed like a good thing to share on a Thanksgiving Day.   May there be too many beautiful things (read "moments") in your day to count... And I should say...this girl is the first of my list, always... (I …

It’s Already Been Done: A Particular Lie

At any given moment, there are millions of artists and craftspeople working around the world, making things that may or may not have any pragmatic use (depending on how you define pragmatics), and for most of human history, those artists worked in small corners, unnoticed except by the few. Not so today, thankfully.   An explosion …

On Living Longer Than Dad

­ I have now lived ten days longer than my father. As we flew to Hawaii on Friday, April 12, I was thoughtful of another date: July 23, 1988, was Jimmy Joe Berryman’s 19,707th day, and his last. April 12, 2013 was Jeffrey William Berryman’s 19,707th day.  All that day, I reflected on the fact …

A 100 Word Prompt: …the extreme weather meant…

From a prompt from Julia's Place. The prompt:  ...the extreme weather meant...  100 words.  Here we go. FOG AGAIN, HE SAYS, CURTAIN PARTING Fog again, he says, curtain parting, Fingertips nearly numb with night Still cold on them like blunt, iced hurt The extreme weather meant to leave, Meant to deposit on blued skin Left …