Wednesday, March 17, 2010

The Miller's Wife


Last week I took another confession on a child molester. He had molested this little boy three years ago but the case had been dismissed due to proof issues. So the boy's mother lets the guy move back in with her a couple of months later. You can guess what happened next.

I got a confession on the new one and the old one, too, so now he's going to go for both of them, a long time gone.


A buddy of mine, guy I used to work murders with when I was at the S.O. had a stroke last week. He's in ICU still, can't talk, half paralyzed, the whole enchilada. He's forty-eight.

I've been by three times, but they won't let me see him.

I'd just like to hold his hand for a minute.

He's not a bad guy.


I feel out of sorts in a deep way.


All my gears are slipping.





Blogger Radish King said...

My son and I just watched a movie Cold Soul with Paul Giamatti playing himself and he gets bogged down playing the stage version of Chekov's Vanya so he puts his soul in storage for a while so he can feel better but then he feels like shit so he takes a Russian poet's soul for a while and feels even shittier and in the mean time he befriends this Russian woman who is a mule she smuggles Russian souls into America. I dunno. I just think you should watch it. Somehow it fits you so perfectly having that good achy soul that is sometimes too heavy to carry around.

I don't think this makes sense but it does in a way.

What you did for that kid you did for me. That's how I see it. That's why you're my hero.


5:52 PM  
Blogger Elisabeth said...

In your profile you write about dealing with the whole catastrophe. Your post here reminds me of this, especially as it's juxtaposed with the image of ? the miller's wife - that beautiful body in a beautiful dress against a stylised backdrop with a steer's skull for head and face.

To me that's about as shocking as the events you describe - the abuser, the abused; the mother who looks away; and the 48 year old colleague who is taken untimely.

No wonder you just want to hold his hand.

6:57 PM  
Blogger Maggie May said...

I'm so sorry about your friend. What a fucked up thing to happen to a person.

And what you did, taking that confession, Thank You.

8:11 PM  
Anonymous nursemyra said...

Sorry about your friend. What's his prognosis for recovery?

11:51 PM  
Blogger Mim said...

Mother of evil and death in a white dress.

Shanti . . .

6:58 AM  
Blogger deirdre said...

That's so weird Rebecca that you are telling Scott to watch Cold Soul, because two days ago someone told me to watch Cold Soul because it explored similar blah blah blahs as the film I am writing. Weird.

Anyway, Scott, what I wanted to say was this: I LOVE YOUR PICTURES. And your words.
And if you could figure out how to make this a book, just as it is, it would be a wham slam out of the park runaway hit.

I kid you not.

And thank you. Thank you for taking care of things in the way that you do.

And Happy Anniversary.

loads of love your way.

9:10 AM  
Anonymous syncopated eyeball said...

That image is SO beautiful. If I had taken such a confession and a friend was in such a bad way I too would have slipped gears. Peace to you.

4:18 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...


We are watching Cold Souls tonight!

I'm no hero. I'm just a garbage man. It feels like that, anyway.

But I'm pleased you'd think of me that way.



7:03 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...


thank you for your comment, and for continuing to come by. I'm glad to have you here.

7:04 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...


Yeah, it sucks. This world is going to kill all of us, I'm convinced of it.

I hope you are well and happy and that your family knows they are rich in love.

Which of course they do.



7:05 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...


They are moving him out of ICU this weekend and off to another hospital for rehab. We are hopeful that he will make a full recovery, but it's much too soon to tell. He's still unable to speak, but he has some movement of his left arm and leg now, a big improvement.

It's likely to be a long way back for him.

7:08 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...


You know, I didn't see that as I was working on her, but you are spot on.

She is everywhere turning the living to bone and cinder.

I am SO GLAD to have your comments, your insights and thoughts here. Thank you!

7:11 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...



Its funny, you were asking about how other writers react to praise (hunger for it) and how much it means, and it does to me. Esp. from someone whose work I admire deeply.

I wish I could make this blog a book and send you a big old glossy copy for your coffee table. I bet there are five or six people who might like one.

I'm working on the second draft of the thing I finished the rough draft on a few months ago. It might have something to it.

If I can ever get it to stand up, I will make you read it.

all best, always-


7:15 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Syncopated Eyeball-

Glad you like her.

I have a damn crush on her myself, she looks so regal and horrific I can't take my eyes off of her.

Thanks for coming by.

7:17 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i'll take a copy. the coffee table is ready and so am i.

9:40 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...


You're on the list. You don't even have to ask!

1:47 PM  
Blogger deirdre said...


4:26 PM  

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