The never-ending adventures of God: Creation.

November 24, 2013 § 8 Comments

Episode 1:

He sat adrift in the vast Now, alone with his ideas.

As they came to him he stored them in a metal container, the lid held shut with three screws.

The cosmos.He liked the somethingness of that container (it being the first embodiment of the ideas, weight and mass).

He liked having someplace for the ideas to reside. But being God his ideas were big.

He added a note to the lid: Warning, contents under extreme pressure. Open with caution.

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Zzzzzzzz.

November 17, 2013 § 3 Comments

Imagine this is not me speaking, but someone you whose advice you respect.

You say you respect my advice? Thank you. But for the purpose of this post please imagine my words are coming from the ultimate authority figure in your life. Your mother. Your hair dresser. The Dalai Lama. Your choice.

Z.You need more sleep.

How do I know you’re not getting enough? I’ve seen the time posts on those emails you send me: 4:13 am, 5:02.

You say you don’t send me emails—and I say I still know you are not getting enough sleep.

How?

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Them shoes.

November 10, 2013 § 5 Comments

See them shoes in the window there?

Look at me! they scream.

You’d need balls the size of Chicago to come on in and try us on!

Them shoes.Snazzy, jazzy

black-and-blinding-white

I point, and say, “Wrap ’em”

without so much as

testing the fit.

Steppin’ out shoes,

best-foot-forward shoes,

shoes with soles that strike sparks on the dance floor–

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Where I come from.

November 3, 2013 § 12 Comments

Halloween 2013.There is little to see in this photo: an unidentifiable boy in an unidentifiable costume at an unidentifiable door.

Trust me, the boy is my grandson Matthew, and trust Matthew, he is a skeleton wearing a pig hat.

According to him, he is either “a pig skeleton” or “bacon.”

And the door?

The door belongs to a house that used to be mine: 5 Canoe Brook Drive, Princeton Junction New Jersey—a fact I must take on faith. I can’t see even a glimmer of the house I grew up in.

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