drmstream[writing]

We like to put the lit­tle guy to bed together. He tilts his Tiger pil­low pet against the pil­lows. I lie down on the left side of the bed, T. on the right, and the lit­tle guy squares off his sturdy shoul­ders and flops his legs from one of our thighs to the other, whispering […]

I read a book the other day that is very pop­u­lar with peo­ple who are look­ing for answers to uni­ver­sal ques­tions. The writ­ing was con­cise and clear, and the imagery was acces­si­ble, despite strik­ing me as overly sim­ple. Most strik­ing was the style. Every chap­ter was short, every para­graph was short, every sen­tence was short. The […]

- Get your gun. — I’m watch­ing… –Get your gun to show the boy. –Hit that record thing for me. –I said,  Go get your gun. –You work that thing then. –I got it, Grams.  I’ll make sure you don’t miss any of your show. — All right then. — She’ll be back before any­thing hap­pens.  Ain’t noth­ing hap­pens on that show […]

The table was made out of an old wire spool.  We cut the top off, pulled the slats out and made a tri­an­gu­lar base from heavy maple.  I don’t know how many yards of wire the spool held, but it must have been a lot, because we could fit the eight of us around the […]

Matt had heard about preg­nant women and their crav­ings, and he prided him­self on being sen­si­tive and giv­ing, so he worked hard to bake Lily’s needs into bite-sized morsels. Run­ning out to the gro­cery store for Cherry ice cream was easy.  Try­ing to stop her from open­ing another credit card so they could buy more […]

The smile is never far from her lips, the twin­kle is always alive in her eyes.  She dances through life, plucky, resilient, wise, play­ful. She taught me how to find my soul.  She is my muse and my mate.  She never flinches.  She never wavers. She takes your breath away. Happy Birth­day, T. I love you.

Argu­men­tum Ornitho­log­icum I close my eyes and see a flock of birds. The vision lasts a sec­ond or per­haps less; I am not sure how many birds I saw. Was the num­ber of birds def­i­nite or indef­i­nite? The prob­lem involves the exis­tence of God. If God exists, the num­ber is def­i­nite, because God knows how […]

The heav­enly blisses Of his kisses Fill me with ecstasy. He’s sweet just like choco­late candy And just like honey from the bee. I’m Just Wild About Har­ryfrom Shuf­fle Along. In 1921, Broad­way jumped to East 63rd Street on New York’s West Side with the first inte­grated musi­cal to make it big on stage. The hit num­ber was […]

We drove from Gran­ite Springs to Stam­ford in the mid­dle of the night. You were born in the midst of drama and fan­fare. I held you in the hos­pi­tal room, fell in love with you and have loved you ever since. I had to go home to walk McDou­gal. I drove back in the middle […]

I write like James Joyce I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac jour­nal soft­ware. Ana­lyze your writ­ing! It’s good for my ego, of course, but utterly mean­ing­less. If I write well, I write like myself.