Passion glows,witnessed through back-lit windows.It’s nothing more again than darknessand certain death called progress.Where is what was promised thee? This looking-glass, called ‘Galaxy’,has empty pixels, tamed,unlike the place, for which it’s named,that’s balanced, occupied by everything,mass and time and nothing. Stripped to bare,a changeling preens and we are unaware.At first sight bright, much ballyhooedby shoppingContinue reading “An Emperor’s New Clothes”
Author Archives: Robert Hubbard
Sunday, At Church
It is raining.Tiny brown/grey birds(I believe they are sparrows)huddle under eaves next door.A dirty and thirsty one hop/flies upfor a drink and quick bath atthe metal trough above him/her whilethe rest stare into a slanted downpour,perhaps thinking private thoughts.They are waiting for the rain to stop,possibly chatting with each otherin the way that birds mustContinue reading “Sunday, At Church”
January Six
Is it Doomsday already?I bare recall the blushof 1920-30-40-68when so manymillions spat their hate. Is it Doomsday already?Gilded Maseratis moveto crush the crowd,splashing sin’s earned wagesall about… Is it Doomsday already?Will lovers lose againthe bright blue worldas flags and improprietiesunfurl?
A Photograph of St. Aubin Street, July Twelfth, Nine-thirty P.M.
Everything the camera can see, it doesn’t showabout this ordinary street that wasn’t quieta couple hours ago.In foreground, one door hangs from a last hinge,another sprawls on the front porch floor,echoing that hearts were singedeither by love’s impromptu riotor shattered in methodical warover that smashed-to-bits radio. On the lawn’s barren husk,up against commerce’s concrete wall,withContinue reading “A Photograph of St. Aubin Street, July Twelfth, Nine-thirty P.M.”
A New Way
After a couple of wrongly directed shares (by me) and some tweaking of my tech abilities, I have a new plan. I am here sending a link to my website. If you want to check it out, please do and help yourself to a like if you think you want to read more as itContinue reading “A New Way”
Bleah…
April 25, 2022 A dreary, chilly rain day today. I got my groceries, produce, fruit and the like. The young feller at Carl’s Produce had an odd look today, his hair was like Don King’s. I can see he is a handsome cuss underneath that shock of hair. I like the way shock works inContinue reading “Bleah…”
April 20, 2022
Government and Rights Where does my front yard end and your front yard begin? Since there are two of us, at least, we must come to an agreement by some means. Shall we vote and elect a third party to oversee the question? In order for there to be an understanding or any sort ofContinue reading “April 20, 2022”
April 19, 2021
Music and Musing Y’see, the problem about staying away from Facebook is: I don’t have a place to put my random thoughts about things. I miss that. Today, I am sitting, thinking, superficially drinking a cup of tea and musing about playing music. How nice it would be if someone tied some tech to theContinue reading “April 19, 2021”
March 14, 2022
I wrote a short poem about birds but it wasn’t about birds. The poem was about perspectives and points of view. How does a bird feel about flying? I know how flying looks from my point of view but how about the bird’s? Isn’t flying a work-a-day thing for birds? Typical diary entry: Got up. Continue reading “March 14, 2022”
Chicken Feed
My birds have been busy, are resting now. Earlier, there was buzzing of roof tops in a fast game played before the day got too hot. The birds play, I have work and do not. I call these my birds and watch but don’t feed them. They seem to flow past the window on whim,Continue reading “Chicken Feed”
Robert On The Air 