I feel very lonely and crazy. I'm usually alone in life, but haven't felt lonely...well, much. I pray obsessively, aggressively, on the morning buses to work and the afternoon ones home. Probably shouldn't call it prayer, though, it's so grasping.

I've done more unintentional hurting of beautiful people, through events I didn't ask for and my lack of wisdom in response to them, in the past two months than maybe in my whole life. And now have lost them. I probably mean less to them than they do to me. There's some comfort in that.

Maybe it's time to finally read "Winesburg, Ohio" all the way through. Not chicken out as the light starts to dim. Maybe, if I can do that, I'll be cured.

No tobacco; no alcohol. He lives alone in Leisure World. He is widowed.


I just saw this today at work and it blew me away for some reason.

Please, God, teach me how to love and how to write. I'm ready.

I Lost My Invisible Puppy

I lost my invisible puppy
when we were out walking today,
she disappeared into the bushes
and totally faded away.

My puppy is not too apparent,
my puppy is paler than pale,
she tends not to draw much attention,
she wags an invisible tail.

She wears an invisible collar,
her leash is invisible too,
I fear that she's vanished forever,
she's totally hidden from view.

I'll miss her obscure little antics,
her odd indiscernible tricks,
she chased inconspicuous crickets,
she fetched undetectable sticks.

My poor imperceptible puppy
is probably still in the park,
perhaps if I pay close attention,
I'll hear her inaudible bark.




by Jack Prelutsky