I was in the Sierras this past weekend where the aspen were starting to turn a shimmering yellow. Next weekend should be a full blast of color.
(Last Week: Elisa is in the hospital after shooting herself—Chartan is unsure how he might help her.) Two men faced each other in oversized leather chairs in a dimly lit office with walls of books reaching the ceiling. “I am surprised you returned for another session,” said Dr. Kodor as he adjusted hisContinue reading “The Adventures of Chartan: Back in the Saddle”
I instinctively pull the chain During the power outage Because it hasn’t sunk in, No juice for the light, Or the lifeless laptop. I struggle with the weight of pen on paper, Writing words by hand when I rarely write checks. Candles and oil lamps in the back of my mind long ago When snowContinue reading “Power Outage”
In midtown Sacramento a wrought iron fence runs along a vacant paved lot with a painted face on a metal building overlooking this state of affairs. Intriguing, sketchy…the fence and the face.
(Last week: Detective Moran takes Chartan and Brazil in for questioning but releases them when it is learned that Elisa tried to shoot herself.) Brazil and Chartan were near the police station exit when Moran stopped them. “Chartan, are you an attorney?” “No, I have a chauffer’s license.” “Ms. Cunning was hoping youContinue reading “The Adventures of Chartan: The Hospital Visit”
Answers forged from countless errors in judgment, temperament and desires Arrive late in life, almost cruelly in how their perfected wisdom Obliterates mistakes that caused anguish in years past. True answers, impossible to foretell, require forgiveness and acceptance So the fanfare of everyday life becomes an unexpected gift from a stranger, The simplicity of theContinue reading “The Answers”
Here are some shots taken while walking Ivan along the beaches of Monterey County.
It sits there day after day waiting to be used. The unassuming toaster is an unheralded hero of our kitchen. Ignored for years when we went off bread to daily attention now that we’re back on sourdough. Cleaned it this week. Crumbs of a clown car kept spreading along the counter. Crumbs from 70’s? No,Continue reading “A Few Moments for the Toaster”