Paul A. Merkley
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Mental traveller. Idealist. Try to be low-key but sometimes hothead. Curious George. "Ardent desire is the squire of the heart." Love Tolkien, Cinephile. Awards ASCAP, Royal Society. Music as Brain Fitness: www.musicandmemoryjunction.com
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Angry Grandpas Haunt the Gridiron
Okay, I know very well that football in Canada does not thrive in the way it does south of our border. There's no need for you to remind me of that. The difference is especially evident in college football. In the U.S. it is a huge business, for us it just an amateur sport played in universities. Does that lessen my enjoyment of watching my alma mater's team play? Not at all.
By Paul A. Merkleyabout a year ago in Cleats
To a Special Grade 5 Teacher
Dear Miss Q: I haven't been able to find your address, but by now you've probably changed your name and moved to another district, maybe even changed professions. I don't think I can reasonably expect you to remember me from Grade 5--after all that was 58 years ago, and you left the classroom right after that to earn your B.A., but even so I think you might remember me, because you are just that special. I'll bet you kept all of the photos of your classes!
By Paul A. Merkleyabout a year ago in Humans
Time, Tide, Mind and Dream
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. I'm sure you can see how alarming those occurrences were, and how they stirred me to immediate action. Let me explain. When I fell into this world my memories of the past were piecemeal. I did not know my name, or where I had come from. I had some skills. Have you ever had that experience?
By Paul A. Merkleyabout a year ago in Fiction
Aliens Reverse the Activity Series
"There was only one rule: don’t open the door.” Alien bastards turned our activity series upside down. Must be what fits their life forms. In 48 hours all the gold, lead, steel, and just about every other metal alloy disintegrated. Hydrogen too. So much for water. Lithium is stable. Only safe place is this battery factory. More than twenty thousand of us packed in like sardines. Lots of pure oxygen because the hydrogen fizzes away. Safe if the door stays shut. Open it and everything evaporates. Every element on earth turns against us. They beat us without firing a shot.
By Paul A. Merkleyabout a year ago in Fiction
Watching Megalopolis
I have fallen out of the habit of going to the movies. Part of the reason is that I always enjoyed going with others. Last summer my granddaughter took me to Barbie. She says I laughed louder than anyone in the theater. Apparently there were moments when you could have heard a pin drop, but I was snorting and guffawing.
By Paul A. Merkleyabout a year ago in Art
Washing her hair
My eyes lose themselves in unruly cascades of raspberry brunette seduction just two shades lighter than the luminous orbs that are her eyes, setting off a jaw and cheekbone that make me weak at the knees, and my heart skips a beat, but she calls me to task
By Paul A. Merkleyabout a year ago in Poets
Villa Schifanoia, Graduate School of Fine Arts
Mark Twain had two false starts in writing his autobiography. Both times he tried to set the events of his life out in chronological order, and both times he found the results false, and could not bear them. Then he took another tack. He allowed the events of the day to trigger memories, and he wrote about those memories, not ordering his work by the chronology of his life, but by the happenstance of what came up for him on that day, whether he read it in a newspaper, or came across it otherwise.
By Paul A. Merkleyabout a year ago in Art
Thalassaphobia
Things weren't going exactly to plan, but then they never do. I ought to know. I hear people's stories. I'm a clinical psychologist, actually a Professor of Clinical Psychology at the University of Washington. Practically speaking I have to do my clinical research during the four months of the summer. I had a good idea but I was running late. To make a long story short, I issued the call for volunteer subjects before getting the grant approved. The committee rejected my proposal, so now I had test subjects but no funding.
By Paul A. Merkley2 years ago in Fiction
