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No More Land with Her

Published December 28, 2017 in Ruth , T. - 0 Comments

No More Land

She already got the land,

and the orange crystal punch bowl

that Charlie, the mobster gave them.

And even though she kept the house

and land in the divorce,

T. was still indebted for the punch bowl.

(God only knows what payment for that debt will be.)

Instead of land, T. got:

the post office box,

and an apartment with a photography studio below.

So he photograph the land

he couldn’t have with her.


Published October 4, 2017 in Jack Sprat , Ruth - 0 Comments


“Freud was the one who introduced the idea of projection,” said Ruth.

“No he didn’t. Freud was a fraud, a coke head, and he faked his case studies.” replied her son, Jack.

“He was not a fraud. Jung was a fascist.”

“What do you mean?”

“A nice fascist, but he was a fascist.”

“Not true!”

“He was always jealous of Freud.”


Published July 25, 2017 in Ruth - 0 Comments


The evolution of cat names for Ruth

went something like this.

At first, they were named after the great philosophers:

like Socrates.

Then, the great composers: Mozart.

Then, names from India: Shanti, and Om.

As she descended further into cat ladydom,

They became Love Love and Yum Yum.

Next, they’ll just be Grunt and Sigh.

Peach Pie

Published July 11, 2017 in Ruth - 0 Comments

Peach Pie

Before the peach tree died,

and the termites turned it barren,

It was full of fruit.

Too much to eat, so they made pies.

Criss crossed the crust and put a heart in the center

and gave them to the neighbors.

An offering to ask forgiveness for all the late nights

Ruth’s children carried on.

Wild Animal Collectors

Published July 8, 2017 in NY Stories , Ruth - 0 Comments

Wild Animal Collectors

Heir to a king’s ransom.

Sometimes it’s hard to figure out how to spend it.

Liked to collect things, especially odd, wild beasts.

Bought a pack of wolves for a rooftop in Tribeca,

Amazing what you can find on the internet, impulsively.

They were skin and bones when Ruth found them,

shivering in the cold.


Published May 25, 2017 in Ruth - 0 Comments


There’s only so much room at the top.

Some of us have to occupy the middle and lower rungs.

As a family they were too busy just trying to get by.

Ruth didn’t push any of the children that hard.

She just didn’t care to keep up with the Joneses.

Who literally lived next-door.

Sweet Emotion

Published April 26, 2017 in Jezabel , Ruth - 0 Comments
Sweet Emotion

A 55 word story entitled Sweet Emotion about a secret note that a little girl stowed away in a book.

“I love you more than chocolate,” Jezabel wrote.

In child’s handwriting with a drawing of 2 figures.

“You blossom like roses.”

Not meant to be seen, her little secret.

Hid it in a book of Greek Sculpture.

Where it was discovered years later by her mother, who had it framed and placed above her bed.


Sometimes the the secrets we keep are treasures to be discovered.

Lickety Split

Published March 11, 2017 in Eve , Ruth - 0 Comments

Lickety Split

“Happy 420 Day!” said Eve with a shit eating grin.

Got her edibles and had plans after work to get her buzz on.

Ruth, her grandmother was appalled.

“You need to talk to that child.”

“And say what?”

“Something. It melts your brain.”

“Sit her down and talk to her before she’s out doing heroin.”

Ed, the Mathematician

Published July 5, 2016 in Portraits , Ruth - 0 Comments

Ed the Mathematician

While this is still fiction, it is also a kind of portrait.

Such a contemplative mannequin head. Just sitting in the back of Ed’s pickup.

Dreaming of God knows what.

Stop Lying

Published July 5, 2016 in Ruth - 0 Comments

Stop Lying3” Women don’t age as gracefully as men.” , said Ruth.
” You’ve aged well.”

” No, I haven’t. I’m fat,
my skin looks like an elephant’s and
I’m about as attractive as wet cardboard box.”

“Men still pine for you.”
“What men? Sal? He’d pine for an orangutan.
Viagra has drained all the blood from his brain.”


If nothing else Ruth is ruthlessly honest.

Couldn’t resist.