Poem: Smoke
A poem from 2 decades ago. I am working to put together a small volume of my few poems and humorous short-shorts, led in by something...
A poem from 2 decades ago. I am working to put together a small volume of my few poems and humorous short-shorts, led in by something...
John Dos Passos' prose poem "When You Try to Find the People" (1948) appealed to an already existing interest of mine in radio . My dad...
From my story-in-progress. This passage is 98.6 autobiographical with a thin veneer of disguise. ------------------ PART I: BLAISE...
Copyright 2023 Paul Hawkins It was a big, brutish, ugly fish that might as well have been from another era. It swam in a big glass-walled...
Long but true: an experience in Cancun I want to record this before I forget. Once several years ago I was at the cheapest all inclusive...
I had forgotten that my novella "Fly Whither, Finch" included heart wrenching passages from a non-existent women's novel:...
Two points: 1-Jack Benny was one of the greatest comedians ever, gentle, with perfect timing, often letting his guests have the laugh at...
One little story for the night. When Hillary and I were living in Los Angeles, we had a lot of fun for a while, but then the smog or...
As a long-time fan of the rock super group Journey, he had thoroughly intended his last dying words to be an inspirational 'Don't...
OK, one last post for tonight. The subject: trying to sleep in the hospital. First of all the bed is extremely uncomfortable. Second, you...
Part IV The Present: By Marguerite, Filipino soccer mom, from the barrio, Padre’s parish secretary, after Blaise returned to the...
Memories I jotted down during the ferry crossing from Cozumel to Playa. Just a scrap of prose with no home: "Crossing to Playa made me...
I was driving my teenage daughter and her friends to the mall and, playing off a tangent in their conversation, told them that I had had...
Many years ago I had the favorite car I’ve owned, a gun metal grey Ford Focus wagon. It does not survive in pictures but my youngest...
Once a year between the building funds sermon and the Catholic charities sermon and the Peter's Pence sermon would come the dreaded...
1950 - Super-Freedom - A Rant in need of pruning By Blaise Bohrs, in prison It might as well have been a blundering giant, its metal head...
I'm sorry I bought the Country Boy Biscuits With sausage. I did not know we already had a full box Of Jimmy Dean biscuits. With sausage....
This occurred to me - love you: Hillary put up with a lot of shit from me. When we were living in Moore 15-20 years ago, I decided I...
I helped my son move a bed over to his new place this afternoon, and it reminded me of when Hillary and I moved from LA to Dallas. We...
The sweetest tunes will lure a cobra from its basket. Why does it love to bite and call it love and ask you to believe it? Ask it. I'm...