Posted by: John | August 4, 2018

Where I Am

I’m comfortable with being where I am. I’ve always believed in Omnipotence, God if you will. My mind has to have a beginning and an end, but Omnipotence/God has neither. If I had any conception of Omnipotence, it wouldn’t be omnipotent after all. My only way to deal with Omnipotence, though, is through the figure of Jesus and my prayers.

This is where I am now that I’m 75. And I have no desire to push this concept on anyone else.

Posted by: John | August 3, 2018

Perry, the Parakeet

Perry awoke in his cage at the usual time. The cage still had the towel covering it, but Perry could hear birds chirping outside the house. He didn’t know whether he envied them their freedom or not. He did want a human being to remove the towel, open the cage door, and let him out for some exercise. He squawked: “Perry pretty boy, Perry pretty boy!” to let his owners know he’d awakened. He needed fresh water and needed the paper on the floor of his cage changed. He couldn’t decide whether he liked the phrase “Perry pretty boy” or not, but he repeated it often enough while offering seeds to the birds in his three mirrors.

Posted by: Lisa | August 2, 2018

Sounds of Terror

Toughest day I ever taught
an exercise class.

Nine. Eleven.
7am Hawaii time,
radio alarm clicks and blares
The World Trade Center has collapsed!

I spring from bed and check
TV where every channel shows
twin towers falling again.
And. Again.

Dim awareness:
Something else seems odd.

I gaze through 7th floor
window. Blue, blue skies empty
over Honolulu International Airport.
Now. Silent.
No jet noise. I wonder
Has this ever happened since
planes came to paradise?
I grab the phone, must know
if work wants me.

My gut clenches at the usual
greeting: It’s a great day
to work out….. Well,
Not. Today.
Come in and teach they say.

I travel near-empty streets, all
bases on lockdown. Find the gym
somber, the receptionist no longer
claiming it’s a great day. Seems the only
fitting action now is to pray.

My studio holds seven students instead
of seventeen. My heart and head seem
empty. I dread the coming pounding
aerobics music. I begin: Let’s have a moment
of silence.

Posted by: John | June 12, 2018


Moments are magic
Minutes are precise
Moments last forever
Minutes are now
Moments are in the mind
Minutes on a wrist watch
Moments are meaningful
Minutes soon pass
Moments are right brain
Minutes are left
Moments are memories
Minutes are forgotten

Posted by: John | May 8, 2018

Blind Date

Billy Reynolds sat at a corner table at Mojo’s, a quiet little out-of-the way-place, waiting on an internet blind date. Since he’d become more than a little bored in his marriage, he’d chosen a dating site based only on user names and basic info, but no photographs, like the old newspaper ads of his youth. He sat sipping his coffee and glancing at his watch every few minutes. After a brief check of his text messages, he looked up to see a young woman opening the door: Sally, his 20-year-old daughter. He laughed nervously at her shocked expression, then blurted out: “Perfect! You’re just the one to spend an afternoon strolling with me at the zoo.”

Posted by: Lisa | May 1, 2018

Spirit and Sex

Some recent authors have tried to imply that Jesus and Mary Magdalene were actually married or lovers, etc. I seriously doubt they had sex, but I think they loved each other on a deep spiritual level. I believe the same was true with St. Francis and St. Clare in the 13th century; and St. John of the Cross and St. Teresa of Avila in the 16th century.

This stuff is real. There’s something very profound about loving another person deeply and completely, yet choosing to refrain from sexual intercourse. The presence of the person of the opposite sex helps to balance the masculinity and femininity within a person. This leads to a sense of wholeness, a sense of being strong/complete/fulfilled as a person. In other words, we already have everything we need inside ourselves, but the presence of the other person helps us actually experience our wholeness. We don’t need to grasp or possess the other person to be fulfilled.

Posted by: Lisa | April 24, 2018

The Cider Mill

My poem, “The Cider Mill,” which used to be available online at Every Day Poets:

Autumn air, crisp as apples, warm and yet not –
Every year, the cider visits.

Ah, to stuff plucked fruit
into brown paper bags
and watch machines smash apples
to quench more
than a mortal thirst.

Machines as in monasteries
of my past life, powered
by water carried in wooden tiers – Falling
droplets prick my skin in shaded gardens.

Sweet, ecstatic cider swirls
into my contented cup.

Posted by: John | April 9, 2018

Final Speech

Adjunct speech professor, Bill Bilsky, observed his class of Airmen from the local Air Force base as they filed into the classroom for their final speech of the semester at the community college. As the first student shuffled up to the podium, Bilsky’s supervisor, Dr. Caldwell, took a seat at the back of the room to evaluate performances. Bilsky gave him a nod.

The roomful of challenging, worldly-wise students managed to impress both Caldwell and Bilsky with well-polished speeches. The final student, Harold, seemed glued to his seat.

Professor Bilsky stood up and walked toward the back of the room. “Harold, give us your best speech now.”

As Harold, with downcast eyes, shuffled up to the front of the room with an armful of papers, Bilsky sat down next to his boss and whispered, “I never know what to expect from this guy.”

Harold looked directly at his audience, cleared his throat, and paused. He then unzipped his pants, removed his penis, waved it around to the right and the left for all to see, put it back in his pants, and returned to his seat.

As everyone else held their breath, Caldwell exhaled: “Well, that’s the best ‘F’ I’ve ever seen.”

Posted by: John | February 23, 2018

Final Approach

In the early days of aviation, airports were of necessity built in secluded areas. Cemeteries were already there. Then came automobile wrecking yards. Many airports have grave yards and wrecking yards nearby.

I was once shooting touch-and-goes with a student at Navy Chambers over the cemetery.  We were on base to final approach for Runway 28 when we felt an unexpected bump. “What was that?” the student asked. I nearly said it was a soul making its way to heaven.

Posted by: John | January 10, 2018

I Can’t Lose

Living in Norfolk, Virginia, the blizzard of ’18 was a challenge for me. I couldn’t drive because the roads were clogged with snow. I had enough food for a couple of days. Monday I decided to walk the nine blocks to IHOP for a brunch. The ground was still treacherous in many spots, covered in snow and ice. Since I have some hearing and balance issues, I was being very careful walking back home. Crossing 27th street, a couple helped me across the street. Then a man in an SUV picked me up and took me the rest of the way home. I was impressed and very grateful. But it occurred to me: With God looking out for me and with Lisa’s prayers, I can’t lose.

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