Author Archives: Robert Hubbard

I must return to Facebook for the time pendant. I need the connection to readers and I haven’t been actively persuing an actual career in any other sense, it has been years since I have sent anything off to a publisher or tried writing columns and ‘letters to the Editor’. The value of my lettersContinue reading “July 26, 2021”

July 23, 2021 A new start. Every day is a new start…duh… Yeah, well, this is a thing all creatures know by observation. Some of us know it by experimentation. Some of us know it because we are really good mathemeticians and scientists and astronomers. Some of us know each day is new because weContinue reading

July 2, 2021 The shadow of autumn is in the air today. It is one of the rare days, where season is indeterminate. Here, it is currently delicious. That isn’t true for everyone, everywhere in Canada. The western part of the country is frying under a blister-dome and we relax with cool breeze and angledContinue reading “For The Hell Of It”

More Ghosts It is the last day of June and the sky threatens a thunderstorm, as though to say goodbye to June. Well, goodbye, then. Goodbye June, goodbye, goodbye. I am not ready to say hello to whatever is next. I am stuck here, in the moment, at the kitchen table with my fingers onContinue reading “June 30, 2021”

It occurs to me that eachof us knows exactlyWhat Jesus Would Probably Do. He would build a coupla bookshelves,buy some hammers and stuff,read a little bit,eat some bread and some fish(if there was anyor go to the marketif there wasn’t anyor send someone elseif he was busy andsomeone else was available). Jesus might drink aContinue reading “What Jesus Would Do”

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”