A Last Night of Love

A Last Night of Love A Poem by ashley k carrithers   I am, sort of, a viejo – getting older like all of us and was recently graced with a latin lover in Argentina half my age and twice my beauty. We enjoyed greatly our sharings, then reality sighed.  ...
SmallWorld, by Harry Holdorf

SmallWorld, by Harry Holdorf

It was quite interesting from the start. The assortment of Santa Clara Valley programmers had tired of seeing who could get their charcoal barbeques lit the fastest (3.2 seconds), and had moved on to creating their own SmallWorlds. While the general public played...
SmallWorld, by Harry Holdorf

Tater Talk, by Harry Holdorf

It’s funny … when you’re peeling potatoes for frying, you don’t have to peel them all: just the green and the rotten, the stems and sprouts, and then use a brush on the rest.  It’s way too easy for the olders of us to criticize the youngers: when Elan was displaying...
SmallWorld, by Harry Holdorf

What Makes Things Tick, by Harry Holdorf

What Makes Things Tick I’m noticing the seasonal change, as if for the first time. Last night (Sept 27th), I closed the bedroom windows, and tonight I also closed the blinds. After such an unbelievable summer—six months of Western Carolina days strung together, living...