Posts by John Blase

You Lucky Thing You

The odds against being born are astronomical. So the thing then is to rejoice if you’ve had the good fortune to be born. And again I say rejoice. After you’re born though, that’s when the living really starts and god knows living’s not for sissies. You can be gentle with yourself when the night grows…

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Parable

I’ve started talking to birds. They talk back, and I think I’m getting better at translating their tongue. Of course it could be like prayer—just talking in my head and then answering myself, no notion really if what I think God is saying to me in response is actually what God is saying. We make…

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The Stars’ Ways

Once a time upon a dawn the stars decided to forego their routine shining in favor of glistering. I say this with some measure of authority for I was there that morning the stars danced as if they were the very eyes of God probing, searching, ranging to and fro. Why such celestial strutting, you…

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How To Draw A Dolphin

One wonders how would I draw a dolphin if I had to? until that day the complimentary bookmark in your library book slips out and you notice it reads How To Draw a Dolphin. You flip it over and find yourself stunned for there they are—five squiggle sequences leading from the rather embryonic to the…

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The Masculine Diaries Day 4

He eased open the sliding glass door leading outside to his back stoop, stepped out, sat down, and breathed in the gathering dusk. He looked down at his calves, certainly not the cannonballers he’d dreamed of long ago. He’d actually looked into calf implants while at college, not seriously but curiously. That was a time…

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The Masculine Diaries Day 3

Tell her I wasn’t scared. That was the line, clear as day, that he woke up seeing. What it was tied to—dream, vision, nightmare—he had no clue. He wasn’t shaken. Heart rate? Non elevatio. No beads of sweat on his brow. It was quite the opposite actually as he felt, well, the word is placid,…

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The Masculine Diaries Day 2

His yardman said Your tree is dead, beetle-killed, bark beetle. He really wasn’t a yardman so much as a friend, a good man who helped him each fall and spring with turning on and turning off his sprinkler system. His yardman friend added This was Mother Nature’s doing, nothing you could have done to stop…

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The Masculine Diaries

DAY 1 He lifted the seat to the toilet. How many times does a man perform that ritual over the course of his life? Surely someone has arrived at a number, taken a tally. He had no idea what that number might be, but it would no doubt fit well with the line If I…

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Still

Tall. Leggy. Almost all legs. Dear God. She sang “Skip to My Lou” and “Tippecanoe”— old songs she shouldn’t have known, but did. She pinned my boyish heart for the three count. See, sometimes losers win. We both had older brothers, and both brothers ran off to war. Only mine came home. She called him…

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Dear Winn – 11 April 2020

Dear Winn, Its been summerish here all week, sun shining bright, temps flirtin’ the 70s, and the second wave of kids in our neighborhood all out in the streets goofing off and riding bikes in that no-consequence no-hands carefree summertime mood of mind. And while its been beautiful to see, its also been disorienting because…

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