Author Archives: Elliott Park

Unnoticed

I’ve been thinking about things never thought about Not so much those undiscovered mysteries that stand in line expecting some day to be thought of But the little things, the silent majority of occurrences that pass into and out of existence as briefly and unsubstantially, and unnoticed as the shadows of a ceiling fan pass [...]

Glow In The East

At 2:00 this morning I was awakened by the sound of whimpering. I stumbled to the girls’ room and found Anna with the blanket over her head. She had had a nightmare – probably from the story I told them last night. Occasionally I get out of hand with my evening stories and it usually [...]

Truth

Last night my family watched a program on The History Channel called “102 Minutes That Changed America”. It was a compilation of amateur videos shot by witnesses of 9/11. When I say my family, I mean my entire family. I did not force them to watch, but eventually they all ended up in the living [...]

The Pusher

So here I stand on the canyon edge – the precipice of all doubt and hope. The cold wind exhilarates and horrifies me. I am weak-kneed and pale with fear. My audience is sky and rocks. Soon I’ll be kissing one or the other for sure.  One last glance up at my patchwork creations. I’ve [...]

Shell

Just thinking the other day… if it seems like the walls are closing in on you – tighter each day. If you feel completely alone. If you’re tired of waking up from bright dreams only to find your nose against the same black, immovable wall.  If you’re yearning to feel the Sun on your face, [...]

John’s Light Switch

My boy is a nerd. I LOVE IT!!  Check this out…

She Is

Sometimes I enjoy going back and hearing the metamorphosis from the first moment of inspiration to the final product.  This is called “She Is”.  One of my favorites.

Fortune

Got this fortune at a Chinese restaurant Friday night.  Nobody bother me today.  Don’t call me. Don’t email me. Nothing. I’m advancing socially without any special effort.

Who Needs A Wii?

Today, my son built skis. I am so proud of him.  They didn’t work very well but still, I am validated.  Validated for the “abuse” I have inflicted on my children.  Validated for not giving in to every last gaming device known to man.  Repaid in full for the countless hours of Saturday nagging and [...]

The Sour Note

I don’t think I could ever improve on this rough…

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