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The Visitors

Rambunctious, the kids were driving her crazy at the thought of going away, far away.  It had been longer than she could honestly remember, when she even thought of that place.  Maybe she shouldn’t have.  Maybe she should have just kept those memories to herself, but she couldn’t resist dancing and humming songs that weren’t in English, so of course Mary’s children pestered her to learn more about this land she spoke so mysteriously about.  Leave it to them, to pick up on the joy that it brought to her.  But, as kids will be kids, they should have known not to pay mind to her promises that they would all travel there soon.  Only when it was time to leave to go back to the psychiatric ward, did the children remember that she is delusional.  The three children hugged her and said, “See you next week!”. and Mary left for the third floor with her aid.

-dld january 9 , ’11-


ThinkingTen – Words, Inc., Wednesdaypick,  machine,  travel



He sat there quietly eating his apple, well, as quietly as one could be while they are watching a hologram of their life. Abraham Claudius Invectrus, or Sam as he liked to be called, was in his compartment seat after … Continue reading

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P. S. #187

When my brother and I were younger we played games in our room, usually an assortment of made-up things to pass the time, but the feats to see who was stronger or faster, were serious business!. When the weather shed it’s snow and cold, we could be found outside, on the playground. He in the sandbox, playing with matches and fluid to light the barbeque (yes, he was a pyro) and I on the swingset or hot metal slide. There were also those “family” ocassions, when Pachisi or the checkerboard for a game of checkers was brought out of the coat closet for the four of us to battle one on one with the roll of the dice.
I can remember my father telling stories of his youth, which was so very different than ours. He grew up in New York City, Washington Heights to be exact. I thought it was a cool place, but then again, as I child I always fancied the more odd or bohemian and thought those children were lucky to have so much within their reaches, but i quickly learned that the city is no place for childhood, according to my dad.
The one place that I found most interesting was the roof of his apartment building. That is where my father practiced playing the drums. It is actually a great place to play them, for the city’s hum, drummed out, no pun intended, the racket he was surely making.
One of the most unusual uses for the city rooftop, can be found in the buildings that house the schools. Dad didn’t grow up with expanses of land between buildings, so where else were they to put the gymnasium? That’s right, he had gym class on the top floor, which was the roof. A few years after telling us this fact, we saw firsthand what he meant. On a trip to see my parents good friends who lived in Brooklyn, we drove up and down the streets of his old neighborhood. Dad was always pointing up, to show the gargoyles that donned the facade, but we slowed down to a stop, when he pointed up, it was a school, his old stomping ground. Where he dribbled basketballs, learned a proper push up, and played the all-time kids favorite – Dodge Ball.
My brother seemed bothered by this and asked why there was a fence on the roof, and Dad said that they’d lose too many balls if it weren’t there. Of course they would, not to mention that someone may fall off themselves!.

-dld January 24, 2011-

*P. S. #187, Public School #187
ThinkingTen – On Location, Mondays: On the roof

Special Edition – This Just In

While making his rounds, Keith found himself more tired than when he woke up two hours ago, so the first chance for a break, he pulled-over, put a quarter in the meter and went back to his truck, pulled the visor from his cap down over his eyes and promptly fell asleep.


Children with their mother’s in tow, were running up and down the street, making sounds at the passing cars and laughing at those who dared to pass them on the sidewalk. It was a sunny day, and it was going to be a warm one, for the temperature was already at eighty-five degrees.


Hearing the children, the drone of tires and the jingle of music from an ice-cream truck, was soothing enough and then, SCREECH! “OH, NO!”, one woman gasped. It became so cold and dark, Keith woke up in a sweat. He thought he was having a disturbing dream. The sun was still beaming it’s sunshine and the heat was bearing down. “It must have been a dream”, Keith shrugged and started the engine. Gulping the last drops from his coffee cup, now gone tepid, he looked at his orders and silently mapped his plans.


Today was just like any other day, but for the gnawing feeling inside that made Keith change the course on his route. He thought that if he back-tracked and started over, this dreadful feeling would lift. So, back to his house, to begin his day, again. A bit shaken, he drove the speed limit, 25 in a School Zone, and moseyed his way down Main Street. While at the red light, Keith realized that something was shining right into his eyes. It was blinding. He thought that he should find it, so he could remove it. He did not want another driver to get blinded by it.


He pulled over, got out of the truck and began scouring the road near the curb, but all he found near the drainage grate was a foil wrapper from an ice-cream bar and a red elastic band, the kind that little girls wear in their hair. When he walked around the truck to get back in, he noticed a dent in the front bumper, and upon closer inspection, he saw a tuft of mousy brown hair and blood. While he just stood there looking at his front end, a police car pulled up along side of him, the officer over the loudspeaker was telling Keith to put his hands up.


After a sobriety test to walk a staight line and a puff on the breathalyzer, Keith was handcuffed and placed in the back of the cop’s car. Keith was numb. That afternoon, he was arraigned and charged with Driving Under the Influence, pending more charges. “Why?” asked Keith. “That girl is on life support and in grave shape, she probably won’t make it” said the judge, sternly. A witness to this incident came forward and said that Keith was speeding and wrecklessly drove right into the crowd of children standing at the ice-cream truck, then he took off.

Keith just buried his head in his hands. All he kept saying was, “That damned job, working me to death picking up and delivering the morning edition, then back again to pick up and deliver the late edition. I’m on the most ludicrous time schedule!”



-dld last day of 2010-


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‘Tis The Season (tanka)

glittering candles
remarkable ornaments
a season of awe
for children in wonderment
sighs of anticipation
-dld dec. 18, 2010-