End of Something It is monday or anyday on the sidewalk summer’s end a young woman smiled at me from her porch today as I was walking my way to work. Monday like any other day and I am where I always am. The wind attends to the leaves and the shadows diffuse without the sun. A hundred people walking today at the end of summer’s month young woman sips her cooling tea and watches where I pass. Copyright ©2004, ©2005, ©2006 Joshua Suchman. All rights reserved. Taboo's Ezine Na...

I'm in this way. It's like a way, sort of, when things happen over and over and you begin to suspect that this is the way things are. It's not good. But it's not really bad. Or, at least, it's not as bad as you expected "bad" to be. You're not way out there, you're not on your way; no, you're just in this way. When it's like this, you have to begin. You have to look for some place to start and then, when you realize there isn't any place, you just, you know, start to begin. You ju...