Posts by John Blase

Come, all you bleary-eyed grown-ups worn down to the nub of love. Come and (and) (and) you put the load right on…well, you know. Come and I will give you jest. Seriously, step right up and take my joke upon you, the bon mot that its not up to you to save your world much…

She came in late, having been out to dinner with a friend. She is soaking up these final days before leaving for college. Her mother and I were in bed watching five tiny girls and their quest for gold. Her mother had already surrendered to dreams, so she asked if she could watch with me.…

Its surprising how fast the old cold fear reared its head. We insist we’ve progressed yet what American can resist a good old fashioned Us vs. Russia story? King was Balboa, trained country-clean her pure heart pumping nothing but red, white and bluest. Efimova was Drago, clearly having stolen fire from the gods to evolve…

He remembers a book advertised once  – What We Think About When We Run – but he already knows his thoughts and his library shelves are fat so he decided to save his meager funds. Last night he went out for a quick run to blow off the stink, as they say (who is they?).…

After the expert in the Law was sufficiently schooled and the tight-sphinctered Pharisees had had all they could stomach for a day, a young woman came to Jesus in the late afternoon. At first he was taken by her bold approach. Then he divined that was actually a face she had long learned to wear…

Perhaps political conventions are necessary. It feels smart to admit, however, that they’re pep rallies really. I’ve no problem with pep rallies. They occupy a hallway in my public school memory, those mornings when first thing we’d file into the gym and watch closely for glimpses of cheerleaders’ bloomers and fully ignore speeches by football…

1. Hers is a used and casual beauty, the best kind actually for it never needs to trumpet itself. It simply is, like the world.   2. She’s lived by rising and falling, perfecting symphonies of self-love. Her speech is worn smooth as the throats of wild flowers.   3. She thinks with her body…

According to the news an unforgivable theft of words occurred. And we should be very, very afraid. According to the night sky the bucks are beginning to grow their new antlers. And I find myself speechless.  

Teensy little girl in a shopping cart pushed by her boy-cheeks father at speeds exceeding those posted at the grocery store, we heard her delighted squeals aisles before seeing them. As the rest of us slugged along weighted down with items on our lists they lapped us carting nothing but themselves and joy. We shopped…