Finding the funny of it

“Eventually, everything will be funny.” We were eating breakfast in the Palmer House. “It’s no gimme, it won’t just happen.” I’d lost my appetite. “It takes work. Listen to funny people, Bob Newhart, Steve Martin. Write out their jokes. And you take yourself too seriously. Write funny. Try self-deprecation. Exaggeration’s good. ‘This is taking a…

Distraction Enow?

Seeking distraction, I decide to tell the Buckaroo all I know about distraction, which amounts mostly to the mildly annoying sounds of civilization — aircraft, automobiles, and arboreal buzzers and blowers — and the pleasantly reassuring chirps, wafts, and fragrances of Nature. Obviously there are countless other kinds of distraction in this overheated commercial and…

Grandfather

worked the cane fields of Honokaa when his head exploded, the world clouded, his body weightless where it went limp– when the doctor suggested stroke, aphasia turned his tongue to stone. Scattered family members gathered, shattered by the news– the geometry of pieces mirrored indifferent truths, hope hung by shards. God didn’t wait for their…

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