Voices on the Wind Voices on Aging
Night Thoughts by David Chorlton Itís Tuesday and my urine flows freely to the end of time Suzanne Stapeley Suzanne lives at the Villa Ocotillo, Scottsdale, Arizona, where the other residents distrust her writing. Each Friday she comes to class carrying a loose leaf binder full of fantasies, confessions, and details only her doctor should know. Sheís not afraid to tell how she feels when Juan, the waiter, brushes against her before serving Jello or to recall the secrets of a Happy Hour that kindles passions for which the fuel is running low. Her latest lover is Saddam Hussein. Heís dark, mysterious, and nobody else likes him. Suzanne cares more about his eyes than politics. When the buffet has been cleared away and all there is to drink is an ice cold Coke at 2 AM she cannot sleep, and spins a thread of longhand script to state, Iím eighty-two years old and thereís nothing I canít say now.