Submissions by randalldeanscott

I sit now and write not because I am a genius but because the clacking soothes my hungover nerves.
Panic has reared its ugly head a time or two, over the years, and this mechanism has also eased such tremor. This is my attempt at feeling better. What a terrific way to shake off dizzies, steady my hands, and control-alt-delete.  Too much poison makes Jack a sick boy. I need my medicine.

I’ve seen the way some of you look at me when I make this claim.  Your eyes glaze over and they’re followed by a nod, as if to say: Yea, sure. Whatever you say, man. It’s clear that you don’t...

We get wound up
over the big stuff;
senseless tragedy strikes
like kids shooting down kids
in a school yard,
massacres unfolding on college campuses.
Mothers throw babies in dumpsters.
A son shoots his mother.
Women get raped in college.
Children get sold for sex trafficking.

It shocks us.
Yet, we can’t seem to get the simple things right.

Like these two people here,
both of them separately
sitting sideways, in paired chairs,
taking up two seats
on a full bus.
Several people are standing
in the aisle.
A...