Memoirous

 This is the house that Jack built. This is the malt that lay in the house that Jack built. This is the rat that ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cat That killed the rat that ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the AI That sent the bots to worry the cat That killed the rat that ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the bots That hacked the program That like a serpent eating its own tail Brought down the house That Jack built. This is the ground where the house stood Converted into a data center That worries the cat, the people, the cows All that lives nearby. There is no longer a house that Jack built. This is the technology Hailed as the future That ate the cat, dog, cows, jobs, the researchers That mowed down all in its way That took over the world built on dreams. This is the devil’s hand, the work of chaos Sown by theories of evolution Whether nature, m...

I remember Welcome Wagon. Welcome Wagon was an idea dreamed up between neighborhood groups and the local Chamber of Commerce. In the 1960s and 70s when suburbs were expanding and many middle-class families (remember those ?!) were moving into homes, Welcome Wagon was a way to introduce the families and familiarize them with the local businesses (remember those?!). I remember when our family moved to a newer, bigger house in Village South in Centerville and a woman came to our door within the first week carrying literally a basket with gifts and coupons. She learned our name and a bit of our story ie why we moved etc. I thought of this last night as I took a quick walk—it was starting to sprinkle—and reflected upon the fact that I didn’t know the names of 90% of our neighbors. There was no welcome when we moved here in 2022. And, truthfully, several homes have turned over multiple times since then. Some are owned by older singles who either work or are retired and, thus, gone a lot....

T he podcast I did this past summer, Written in the Stars, at Lansing Community College is now up on YouTube. So if you want to see what I look like when I'm trying to make conversation= It's here!!

 Not sure what to do with this piece: Any ideas/thoughts?? I thought I saw you the other day. You were in the food storage aisle at the grocery, next to tin foil. I remember the tin foil hat you made me. I saw you in the woods, walking through a copse of trees. I tried to catch up to you. I asked myself later if it was you, but how could it be? After you went away. I dreamed about you, me, us every night for one year. Then nothing. Then, I began to see you all around me. It was unsettling and reassuring. We had this way of talking, finishing each other’s sentences. We laughed. When I was sad or afraid, you would place your hand on top of my head. I’m here, you said. Here, but not here. After the estate sale, after winnowing down, giving away, selling off years of togetherness, I kept the Ma and Pa pig salt ’n’ pepper set. So ridiculous to be the one thing. The thing is: I miss you. Sometimes your cell phone still calls me. I recently put it away, in a drawer, lett...