Sunday, June 26, 2011

All the Old Feeling

He tried to read it. Nothing was clear.

He went to the fridge, the one with the beer. He picked one. It seemed like the right choice. It was a cold one. He was a better reader when he had been drinking. He felt all the old feeling. He said to himself, "Z, this one's for you." It all became so clear.


  1. I went to the blog. I read the post. One picture was fuzzy. The other was clear. I grasped the meaning. Immediately. In a way unfamiliar in Hemingway. I strung up a rod. I caught that fish under the bridge and did not wander farther.

  2. So deep. So very deep. Like an ocean. Like Long Island Sound. I close my eyes and breathe. Finally, I cough.