Oh, what the hell. Like a couple commenters said, it’s not like I get paid for this or anything, and I’ve always felt I have a target audience of two: me and Kevin, who can pull the plug on me any time he likes. But I’m gonna (metaphorically) push him aside and go for some plain, old-fashioned self-indulgence here.
I first wrote this piece about 15 years ago, but I can’t find a copy handy, so I’m re-creating it from memory and taking the opportunity to update it in a couple of places.
J.
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Bravo! Well done.
Ick, I know that exact feeling though.
I take everything back that I just posted in the comment thread where you asked permission to do this.
Just kidding.
Very good.
A little dark. A little sad.
Thanks for sharing.
Another please?
What are the lefties to think now that you’ve gone all sensitive and caring?
I share mesablue’s concern. You’re knocking down their bogeyman with this new facet of metro-male.
Wow!
What a surprise to come in to this morning. I was wondering where this came from until I read the earlier post about the “possibility”
I haven’t been able to read Wiz as much as I would have liked lately. Somehow they think that I should be working. Go figure…
You have a tender side while still showing the masculine. Very moving. I could almost share the feelings with you. I’m so used to the serious side and the comical side that even though this was heartbreaking it was superbly refreshing.
Please continue to share. It’s nice to see a break from politics (not that there’s anything wrong with that)
Let me know when you meet with Teddy. I have a few things I’d like to say to him.
Jay, will you sign my boobs? Super.
This is really good, Jay!! If you’re open to suggestions, you might try replacing “Then she turned to leave” with something shorter, like “And turned to leave”… try it, and you’ll see what I mean. 🙂
Bettern a digital camera fer sure. But it leaves me thinking, why do my women leave me with a lot less subtlety – either throwing objects, invectives or lawyers? Guess I am good at bringing out emotions in people…
Glad your heart has mended a bit. Keep plying and don’t keep score.
Awww, Jay Tea has a soft, mushy side!
Just… don’t go Emo on me, OK?
Just the right amount of words to make my imagination fill in the blanks. Well done, Jay.
Seconding what Jim said. I’m not normally a fan of poetry that lacks both meter and rhyme, but this one haunts.
Nice. Her name wouldn’t be Camille by any chance, would it?
“Thus weary of the world, away she hies,
And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aid
Their mistress mounted through the empty skies
In her light chariot quickly is convey’d;
Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen
Means to immure herself and not be seen.”
–The Bard