Written in 1983. Wastepaper basket filled to the brim with wads of fresh, new paper. Desk cluttered with paper, ink and pencils. A slumped figure snores over a sheet of paper. The words “Once upon a time . . .” are scribbled out on the top line. Looking closer at […]
This little piece first came to me while I was working at SCO in Santa Cruz. Later, while working at City of Hope, I expanded and tweaked it into this faux science abstract. Enjoy! ABSTRACT Mitochondria, the powerhouses of the cell, of each generation are obtained from the mother. Therefore, […]
Remember that story about the Old Man I’ve mentioned a couple of times now? Well, here’s a more complete reconstitution. I think it still needs some work and, of course, my memory of the first story probably puts it on a pedestal it never inhabited, but this is pretty good […]
Another teen angst filled poem from my High School years. I carry a great weight upon my shoulders as I walk upon the Road. I ask, “Will not someone help me with my load?” The mountains echo their unanimous reply, “NO.” I ask, “Will not someone take away my load?” […]
While I was attending University of California, Santa Cruz, I took a course called “African Women” in which we studied women’s roles in various African societies. The following short story was one of my assignments. I used things from my experience in Kenya and placed them in South Africa, using […]
I finally found that other limerick I wrote in fifth or sixth grade. I love playing with limericks! There once was a cat Who was very, very fat He really got my goat When he stole my new boat And sat on my very best hat.
The following snippet came to me while walking through the park next to our apartment in Phoenix, Ariz. Whiskers sniffed the air, trying to decide where his adventures should take him today. There was a new smell tonight, coming from the park down the street. He looked back at the […]
Written in 1983. Cobwebs hang from the drawers. The empty seat covered with dust sits abandoned by the desk. Death now sits here looking at thirty desks aligned in six rows. No more do children laugh in this place. No more does teacher teach the students. The Apple perfectly red […]
Once, while we were driving around in Tampa, Fla., a saw a license plate that I immediately jotted down. It was “WUD4OG” … Wood for Og. The idea struck me: Who is Og? This is what I came up with: Og is a 7-foot troll. He is kind hearted–the kind […]
