Author Archives: Robert Hubbard

February the Last Day It isn’t May yet but, if you notice, creatures are already acting funny. I saw a couple birds who must have evaded quarantine when they returned from wherever. Perhaps they were tired of the B and S of Covid compliance suggestions, tired of endless Netflix viewing and came home early. IContinue reading “A Nudge and Smile”

February 26, 2021 Some remarks made about Canada are wishful thinking in part but also a bit more than half true. Folks are more polite here, they do say “excuse me” and “oh, I am sorry” an awful lot more than other places I have been. Why this should be happening in a country thatContinue reading “Changing Your Mind”

February 22, 2021 I haven’t commented in a little while. The vagarious world has continued apace, still spinning, still flying toward Wherever. There is still war, pestilence and cheap plastic everything. Whew. The upsy-downy world is heading toward the endplace, if there is one. There is one for us wiggly things, so I think EarthContinue reading “Wherever, Whatever, Whomever”

February 18, 2021 Dear God; 1a) I am nearly seventy years of ageand began functioning as an adultat age thirteen. How many climaxeshave I had? (I lost count)and1b) How many more are there in the box? 2a) How much credit do I have forthe good deeds so far done?and2b) Must I continue banking credits orContinue reading “Questions For God”

February 17, 2021 My so-called Valentine,misguided valentine…you hurt me deep,to the heart. My looks are…laughable?Those words aren’t…affable,you hurt me deep,to the heart… No, my figure sure ain’t Greekand you should think, before you speak,have a heart!Don’tsay another word,if, you want room and board.Shush! Little Valentine,please….Val en tine’s hadhis day. Haha. My contribution to ‘cancel culture’.Continue reading “Robert’s Funny Valentine”

February 12, 2021 The bear wakes, it takes a few moments. He is disoriented. Hair (fur) is comically disheveled, though the bear is, himself, not intrinsically comical. He is a noble beast, as all beasts are. The comedy comes from circumstances like those of today. Something is stuck in bear fur that appears as aContinue reading “What a Bear Does in the Wood”

February 10, 2021 My hands are cold today, as I type this latest entry for my new book (which will become an old book or ‘my last book’ by the time the work is done and I have sauntered off like a pussycat to some other sunny project). I am comfortably inside the house, warmingContinue reading “Cold Hands, Warm Hearth and Flying”

February 9, 2021 To every thing there is a season… and a time to every purpose under heaven… and, at Ecclesiastes 3.9? ‘What profit has he that works in thatwherein he labours?’ (These quotes from the most convoluted and opaque collection of misinterpreted writing that I have ever seen, The Bible.) The particular phrase ‘..whatContinue reading “Love, Labour, Loss”

February 8, 2021 ‘Relax, each hustling breath has worth’ I said in my latest finished poem. Yeah. I feel odd lately, friends. I feel that I am something I wanted to be for so long, do you? It’s a nice, crisp cold today and I have the furnace set on 68f…to save money, the environmentContinue reading “Wobbly Cornfields”

(February the 6th, 2021) On the way to somewhere,having left the placeI’d been,I met a guy who needed a ride,inside,out of the wind so I stopped,opened the door,said,“Where you goin’friend?” My carriage wasn’t pretty,couldn’t get the radioto workand you had to sit quitecarefulat risk of getting hurt so I spoke,in chagrin,said,“…that’s a rusted throughpart”. HeContinue reading “Sorry ‘Bout The Hole in The Floorboards”