Different Slants

Seeing the World from a New Angle

Incident in Nick’s Diner…by Robert M. Katzman

Incident At Nick’s Diner by Robert M. Katzman © June 2005

After my divorce in 1977, I would pick up my daughter at her mother’s house early everySaturday and bring her home Sunday morning. Sometimes, before I would return her to her mother’s house, she and I would stop off for a quick breakfast at Nick’s Diner, a popular local restaurant.

Nick was a very friendly Greek man from Athens. He would wave and smile at me whenever I would stop by his place.  The food was good, and cheap, and Kate, the waitress, was fast and sweet to my daughter. We liked Nick’s Diner.

One Sunday morning in 1979, when my daughter was four and I was twenty-nine, we were sitting in our usual spot in a booth near the door, when I heard a loud and obnoxious voice from across the diner.

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Poetry About: “Work”…by The Kenosha Writer’s Guild

Filed under: Uncategorized — Bob at 4:24 am on Wednesday, March 13, 2019

An excellent short film of poetry about work, by writers who know what the word actually means: Illustrations by Darleen Coleman, poetry by Marshall Smith, Robert M. Katzman, Dave Gourdoux, and Joe Engel. 13 minutes about sweat, grunt, gears, steel-toed leather boots and men pretending to hope.

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The Slow Unfolding of the Rose…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Friendship & Compassion,Love and Romance,Marriage and Family,subtle erotica — Bob at 5:46 am on Wednesday, February 13, 2019

The Slowly Unfolding of the Rose

by Robert M. Katzman © February 11, 2019

( A romantic Valentine for anyone, any gender, any time–Inspired by Sue Ellen, a mystery) (Subsequently revised under the lash of Darleen)

When we meet I will hug you 

Kiss your cheek,

Help you with your bags

 Ask if you’re hungry

Invite you into my old car 

Which is a good old car

Make sure you put on your safety belt

Ask if you like doo-wop music 

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A Man and His Dog Awaiting the Blizzard of 2019…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Existential Pets,Life & Death,My Own Personal Hell — Bob at 3:32 pm on Tuesday, January 29, 2019

A Man and His Dog Awaiting the Blizzard of 2019  
by Robert M. Katzman © January 27, 2019

I went out to walk my tiny dog Max at 12:15 AM
And I saw the big snow storm moving in
I have been battening down the hatches
As the snowflakes are starting to fall harder

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How a Lithuanian Jewish Kid, at 14 , joined “Da Chicagah Machine”…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Beloved Teachers,Cops,Friendship & Compassion,Gangsters,Uncategorized — Bob at 2:46 pm on Tuesday, January 22, 2019

How a Lithuanian Jewish Kid, at 14, Joined “Da Chicagah Machine”

by Robert M. Katzman © January 13, 2019

Chicago is a museum of unassimilated words, accents and physical expressions. North Side Jewish accent, rich kids, was very different from the West Side, the immigrants and the South Side, home of the white collar, the working-class Jews. The Chosen People had different voices, even in the American Promised Land. 

Dees guys, dis stuff, dem bricks and dos cops came from the Germans who came here earlier. 

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I Can Be Alone in a City…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Bewilderment,My Own Personal Hell — Bob at 8:30 am on Friday, January 18, 2019

by Robert M. Katzman © January 16, 2019

I can be alone in a city

A noisy busy city filled with people

Waves of people surging like an ocean

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