1 day agoCHRISTMAS FOR THE GOO BOYSCHRISTMAS FOR THE GOO BOYS By John Thomas Tuft “Mo-oomm-my-yy, hey Mom-my-y. Mo-om, hey Mom-my-y.” It is a chant that goes on and on, to the rhythm of two towheaded boys bouncing their heads off the back of the couch in a rocking motion. “Mom-my, hey Mom-my. Can. I…Love5 min readLove5 min read
Nov 17THANKSGIVING AT BETHLEHEMTHANKSGIVING AT BETHLEHEM By John Thomas Tuft It is the most human of organizations, dare we say, institutions — the Church. Conceived by the people, of the people, for the people. Mix in Jesus story ingredients, loosely fold in prescription strength raw emotions, top with holy sugary crumbs of dogma…Thanksgiving4 min readThanksgiving4 min read
Nov 15HONOR IN THE DARKNESSHONOR IN THE DARKNESS By John Thomas Tuft This is fiction but set in the actual historical events. Artie used to help his mother clean houses. He started out by taking the dust rag she handed to him and running it over the tops of tables, the rungs of the…Love5 min readLove5 min read
Oct 27THEN SAGS MY SOULTHEN SAGS MY SOUL By John Thomas Tuft Pap spills some of the steaming coffee into the saucer, lifts it to his lips and blows gently across the surface. He sips, sighs, sips some more, then places the saucer on top of the cup. This ritual has helped him through…Love5 min readLove5 min read
Oct 21MAKE ME AN ANGELMAKE ME AN ANGEL By John Thomas Tuft It is the time of year when Persephone makes her annual return to her abductor, Hades, alas for the misfortune of eating four pomegranate seeds before she was to be freed, and the earth suffers the time of grief and anguish of…Love5 min readLove5 min read
Oct 15HELLO WORLDHELLO WORLD By John Thomas Tuft It is after midnight when he steps into the coffee shop. Those seeking coffee at this hour have no illusions that sleep is in the cards or that it would offer any balm even if it were. He places the pack of nicotine gum…Love5 min readLove5 min read
Oct 10THE FAMILY MEETINGTHE FAMILY MEETING By John Thomas Tuft Mr. Nobles gaveled the meeting to order at precisely 7pm with an old mallet he’d made in shop class a million years ago, announcing, “This meeting of the Nobles family is called to order. All present and accounted for.” “Fred, do you have…Family5 min readFamily5 min read
Sep 27JESUS THE BUSKERJESUS THE BUSKER By John Thomas Tuft Jesus the Busker was on the corner playing the unmistakable opening to Guns and Roses’ “Sweet Child O’ Mine” on electric guitar with an amp and speaker attached. When he finished, he smoothly transitioned into Bon Jovi’s “Living on a Prayer.” Passers-by would…Love3 min readLove3 min read
Sep 22FROM THE FREEZERFROM THE FREEZER By John Thomas Tuft The ancient Kelvinator chest freezer sat in the corner of the garage, a mixture of rust and mildew stains discoloring the sides halfway up, the old cloth-sheath-around-asbestos-insulation electrical cord fraying where it ran up the wall stud and plugged into the only outlet…Love5 min readLove5 min read
Sep 15CALL YOUR MOMCALL YOUR MOM By John Thomas Tuft This is fiction. If you’ve been in one hospital emergency department waiting room, you have pretty much been in them all. Rows of uncomfortable chairs, a couple of small tables with torn and battered magazines strewn across the tops, are of small comfort…Love4 min readLove4 min read
