New Horizons by Max Roy

  “ What’s Up, Pussy Cat?”* This jovial title is meant to tempt you, to entice you, to read on. In reality is that I’m blue about the world I inhabit at the moment .You are in the soup with me. Being Jewish, though, I am very much absorbed with world events impacting me, personally, along with members of my extended family, and the community I am a part of. The war in Gaza is ongoing, IDF soldiers are dying, hopefully Hamas terrorist are too in much greater numbers, along with the civilians Hamas strives to place in harm’s way as their protective shields. The hostages that Hamas holds are suffering and dying too, women being raped on a daily basis. All this is going on and it’s with me all day, every day, and in my many sleepless nights .I am horrified by the reality of these events. I am also horrified at what has happened in the United States. That so many in the Grand Old Party have made common cause with a common criminal, a lying lothario of indeterminate wealth, on the ...

  Telling A Story   Sometime we feel driven to tell a story. We know we are magicians, but our tricks are with words. We use sleight of words instead of sleight of hand to present the images to our clients. Something may have happened in our past. It can lie there for years, for decades. It can float to the surface of our minds and capture us. Then we may be driven to explore the impact, the intent. It worries at us until we find a way to absorb it into our capacity to express it. We may not want the world to know the real story. There may be all sorts of entanglements with our present that we may not want to confront. But the lesson of the past experience may drive us to allow it to find expression in a form we can accept. We can leave hints in the tale we weave, just for the fun of it-to see if the determined, the curious, the conspiracy theorists, can follow the tortuous trail we blaze through the thickets of our minds. They are mysterious, jagged zig-zags of electr...