My Life as a Fable (in 723 words)
In the beginning, I was helpless. Or so I assume, since babies I have observed, including the ones that I helped bring into this...
Author Archives: Michael Gray
Then and Now (five Poems by Ken McKeon)
Strolling With Happenstance Happenstance Marmalade, the name Of my 9th grade would be sweetheart, She wore a poodle skirt, She had bangs, She did...
Conversations (and Revisions)
A few days ago, I wrote in my journal, “Well, I’m still here. When I’m no longer ‘here” (a ‘bystander’ present for all those...
Caught in the Breakers
A friend sent me a greeting card which I am now using as a bookmark in my daily journal. This morning the picture on...
I’m Grateful for My Friends
Friendship is one of those bridges that seem designed for two-way traffic. Friendship provides allies in our attempts to live a worthwhile life and...
We’re all in this Together
I love the feeling of being ‘inside’ and in the midst of everything. However, when I am inside an observing self with everything I...
What Others Think of Me
There’s so much I don’t know about my own process of evolution—from my arrival as a cold, wet fetus to whatever I am today....
The Story of My Irrelevance
“We appear to be cut off, restricted to a single sphere and totally accounted for therein. And certainly, the ‘us’ of this ordinary level...
Penelope’s Spinning Wheels
One of the oddest images in Homer’s “Odyssey” is of Odysseus’ incredibly faithful wife weaving all day and unravelling each night, a garment which...
Waving to the Other Side
In times of yore (long before I was born), writers who set out to explore the mysteries of the past would invoke the Muse...