Pheromones Were In the Air by Milton Ehrlich He saw her elegant face on a Satsuma vase, but discovered a loneliness gnawing her gut. She, sad as a weeping widow in explosive licorice— he, trying to cheer her up with his Charlie Chaplin song and dance routine. He often thought of Confucius’ advice: It does […]
Poetry: A Wake-Up Call
A Wake-Up Call by Milton Ehrlich I woke up this morning with the sight and scent of bouquets of red roses assembled on my chest. My sleeping wife was gone. An indentation of her body, was all that remained in bed. I searched all the rooms in our house without ever opening a door— and […]