By Eric Le Roy
Soul
Mine is a fishbowl
standing by itself on a table
by the edge of a dusty road.
Once I thought,
how round, how clairvoyant,
how full of eyes,
this aqua, these minnows!
Wanderers pass
from many distances,
the tired or wild.
They wash their dust-caked hands
in me, and now
the water is a cloud.
To such a murky soul I have slowly come.
By Eric Le Roy
I did something last night that I guess only a person with my off-center mentality would do. Before I went to bed, I checked online to see if there were any old radio broadcasts of long-ago American baseball games available that I could listen to.
Why would I want to do that?
Well, maybe for the same reason people still go to Rolling … Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
It is a great shame that in a world of such innovation and imagination as we have at our disposal today, we have to burn up so much of our time trying not to be manipulated. In this context, I would opine that among the most loathsome specimens of these offenders are Marketers. In modern society, not uniquely yet worse than … Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
“Thou hast nor youth nor age, but, as it were, an after-dinner’s sleep, dreaming of both.”
(Shakespeare. Measure for Measure)
There is a story about a postman who had been delivering the mail to a certain address for so long that he frequently chatted with the owner and had come to regard him as something of a friend. The two exchanged daily pleasantries, … Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
The latest controversy ignited by the Social Justice Warriors in America concerns an intensely desirable model named Sidney Sweeney, who simply exercised her constitutional right to showcase herself in a set of photos, with the slogan being “Sidney Sweeney has great jeans.” Of course, ‘jeans’ became a dirty word when Sweeney, only playfully in my view, used it as a play on words … Read the rest
