Tim Torkildson's Clown Alley

 wednesday.  dec. 27.  2022. The old year is ready to totter offstage, and i, for one, say ‘about time.’ I expect the new year will bring mo...

  When it's time to kiss goodnight I wish I could be dynamite. To sweep you up in my strong arms and give you loving warm alarms. But, a...

  This is all I have to offer; a few lines cribbed from richer times. But when in the presence of your glowing face, the whole of antiquity ...

  I am not handsome, except in your eyes. Tattered as I am with age and interruptions, you hold up a kindly mirror in your eyes to dress me ...

  CHILDHOOD CHRISTMAS. I begin with smoke. Lots of smoke. During the winter holidays our house on 19th avenue southeast in Minneapolis was f...

  That beauty's rose may thus never fade from the fairest creatures, but as the riper should wither with time, his sensitive offspring m...

  it's a slow saturday, by golly. i slipped on the ice at the provo rec center last thursday. went down wrong on my right leg and it...

 my memories fade but my emotions sharpen. as i grow older. remembering the year i did Ronald McDonald in Wichita, Kansas, brings few concre...

  so i woke up with the jimmy legs this morning. couldn't stand to stand still or sit down for long. i wanted to walk to church but i di...

   My Dear Kiddies; the mottled mountains holding up blue vaults of snow -- our cable is out.   the door swings both ways -- lets in cold, l...