Provenance

His car belonged to a Nazi. Not a would be, Or wannabe, Or could have been, Or clone, But a Nazi high in rank, A name you’d know, And I forgot The minute he smiled and said it. He keeps it under wraps in his garage To shield it from harsh winters, Hungry salt; But … More Provenance

Metaphors

A year or so ago I wished for a black hole. It was an impossible wish, of course, and as the months passed, I chided myself for what seemed a whimsical descent into fancy. A black hole? In my lifetime? I would never be that lucky. So, I forgot about it…until the above image appeared … More Metaphors

Reality

I’m always amazed when people pin their hopes on others: mates who will fulfill all their needs; children who will take care of them in old age; siblings who will call regularly or visit, or extend invitations to visit them; friends who will be kind, thoughtful, and noncompetitive; businesses that will conduct affairs honestly; and … More Reality