Author Archives: Robert Hubbard

I am one funny dude. Yes. Complicated as all get-out and twice as queer. Queer being a useful English word that has been wrongly abused, twisted and wasted on the tongues of intolerance. This has happened to Queer in the same way it happened to Gay. Fairy is a close third but that one turnedContinue reading “June 23, 2021”

June 1, 2021 On June 6, my ex-husband will be 62 years old. He will be an old-codger then and have another year further to look back on. He will be one of any number of human souls who made it to the final act portion of three-act living. I beat him there. My dadContinue reading “Regret?”

I woke thinking about water and erosion. Reflecting on what I woke thinking, I think more.  How many kinds of erosion might there be, how many kinds of water. I woke thinking about the sea, in particular,  the sea and rocks, sand, gravel, waves both lapping and crashing.  I have been to the ocean andContinue reading “Erosion (incomplete)”

There is tiredand there is tired… an old woman leans, is patient, observes from her second floor railing. The straightened steel is a haunting black that’s just dry, not enough time has ambled through the barnyard yet. There has been nothing extra for healing yesterday’s burned out truck so it sits, without tires, immobile. RustedContinue reading “Kosovo”

May 17, 2021 I am not alone angry. It sure looks as though everyone has a degree or so of anger, waiting at the ready. In my particular case, since I have unrealistically high standards, anger wants to spill right over. It’s boiling, fed by the flames of politics and bad behaviour. I am disgusted.Continue reading “GRRRRR”

May 11, 2021 My first completed and printed book arrives today. How nice. I think I have just about enough copies to distribute amongst those who really would like one. I will keep one here to look at occasionally. I will keep one for the reason of vanity? No, I will keep one more toContinue reading “Book 1 Minus Zero”

May 10, 2021 Joy Each time I hear Beethoven’s musical setting of the Friedrich Schiller poem ‘Ode to Joy’, I think the same unlearned thoughts. I have the same unlearned feelings. I opine in the same unlearned way. I see the final movement, the 4th as a summation (I guess that would be correct). TheContinue reading “Joy”

April 28, 2021 Unique. Being human is an odd state. Being alive is an odd state of affairs. Eating, breathing, drinking, reproducing, pooping… and talking, dreaming, thinking, planning, understanding, confusing things. Love. Hate. Anger. Disappointment. Impatience. Eagerness. Desire… I know a bit of being human (which I am), I do not know of, must equivocateContinue reading “Attitude”

Feathered creatures work the water,while I watch.I am eager to observe their dayand have left the busy street behindto enjoy a moment’s stay. At random, sometimes in pairs,these (terns, I believe) sudden swoop and dive.A colourful kite might do the samewhen a tied on rag tail istoo short to control sway. Watching the birds, IContinue reading “My Life as a Bird”

March 19, 2021 It is Monday and the things I wait for have not arrived. I will crank the rocking chair up to 5 on the scale and will wait again Tuesday. In the time between, there is much needs doing and this day is not proving productive yet. I have already sent the bestContinue reading “A Pie-smeared Fool”