It’s as if late September is upon us here in Cincinnati. The brisk breezes and overcast skies instill a nesting desire in me — I just want to lie down and write and read, with the musty damp air, rustling leaves and faint chirps outside. Unfortunately for the kids, they have swim lessons this week….
Read MoreAuthor: Paul Armstrong
Man, I just suck at golf
Tomorrow I will be attempting to play golf. I haven’t played for over 2 years, and it has horrible associations with it (the company I was with). It should be fun, as long as there is some drinking allowed. I think I can only play well if slightly inebriated. Yet again I’ve not written awhile….
Read MoreWithout a voice
Hopefully soon there will come a time when I will be able to write again (aside from this format). The formation of 4 stories still clatter around my head. The characters, the settings, the plot. Daily I envision them, and I suppose they are incubating for a time when I can just write and write…
Read MoreSpeak with honesty
There’s a certain pull on us to speak honestly, as Sonya and I enter into our 10th year of marriage. I don’t mean honestly in our relationship — I think that’s well founded — but honesty in our interactions with everyone else (outside our family). Speaking honestly (pouring what’s truly inside of us) has put…
Read MoreIgnoring the road map
I’ll say it. I’m angry at God. We all are. It’s inborn. Our nature. Deep in all of us we’re angry that we don’t get what we ask of God and somehow it’s His fault. The “magic genie” didn’t grant the wish. Rather than it being a reflection of my selfish desires, I think I…
Read MoreLongest day of the year
July 4th. When you have kids, it becomes the longest day of the summer. Keeping them up well past their bed times, finding extra things to occupy them before the fireworks start. We had a fun time at Ault Park, listening to a band play some old marches and patriotic tunes, as the kids ran about…
Read MoreHello? Is this thing on?
I have not written in quite awhile. It’s still a daunting task, although completely of my own making, to write and the potential of many seeing what I see. Laughable. There are very few who read this, I know. But one never knows. I have to write about the vacation – the stories, the fun,…
Read MoreThose who have ears to hear, let him hear
There’s an ache in my side, a slight jab, a constant rub. My eyes sting. Everything is salty and sour. It’s only Wednesday and I’m ready to retire and sleep away the days, unshaven and smelling like old onions. Maybe you’ve realized this, or maybe not. No one really hears. They watch. They listen for…
Read MoreCounting shells
Hourly the sounds of ocean waves crashing, the musty clear breezes, gritty sand whipping on my face become fading memories given for a brief time. The sounds and smells of home clutter the senses of relaxation and all but devour the peace of having nothing to do but wake, walk and lay in the sun,…
Read MoreGet me away from here I’m dying
I don’t want this anymore. Adulthood. Responsibility. I just want to walk down the sidewalk into the trees, past the highways, to a stream where I can just sit and stare at the sun ripple over the currents until the dark quiet — where I can sleep and forget who I am, where I was,…
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