Mary

James Mary and Mary James married merrily Monday morning. The newly married couple of James and Mary Mary (formerly James) are very merry and happily married with nary a care, contrary to what Larry from Barrie would say. The married Marys plan to open a dairy on a ferry on the river in Irish Derry. It will of course be called the Derry Ferry Dairy of James and Mary Mary.

Food

It doesn't smell like food. It smells like that thing I found where I run around sometimes that maybe was food at one point but wasn't food any more. At least not good food. Maybe this is not good food? I'll just take a small bite and see if - ugh... this is not food.

Mommy

     "Did you see the funny tree Daddy?"
     "I sure did. It kind of looked like a clown, didn't it?"
     "It wasn't a clown. It was mommy. She told me so."
     "Oh, the tree... I uh, I mean mommy talked to you?"
     "Yep. She said you're going the wrong way."

Snowflakes

Snow flakes, fat and wet, drift gently, lazily down, joining their kin already at rest on trees and empty fields. There is no breeze, no movement from creature or man. The world is cold and still, hushed as if sleeping and waiting to wake. Each snowflake becomes a memory of movement, a promise that life continues and will return again.

Ocean

I can still smell the ocean sometimes. I can't see the faces of loved ones or remember the street where I lived. Indeed, most of what came before the desert is like a dream almost faded, thoughts and images just beyond remembering that you can't get back no matter how hard you try. I'm not even sure I remember my own name.

But I can still smell the ocean.