Author Archives: Robert Hubbard

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”

I am holed up in the house with a fresh batch of home-made bagels. That could be a dangerous thing. With such bitter wind and the snow, I don’t have motivation to do more than stare out the window and eat. I suppose I could on-line shop but that sounds expensive. I have piano toContinue reading “February 5, 2021”

It is payday. Social Security gets deposited to my account and I will have resources again! I had bad dreams but woke to a small Covid cheque, a warm place, a little breakfast, a nice Facetime chat with a friend and a sunny day. You and I have survived the night. Maybe that is whyContinue reading “February 3, 2021”

Oh, my goodness! I have wasted a good portion of the day getting only Facebook scrolling done… I have a really good idea for a poem that I am dragging my feet on writing…so many more interesting things to not do. I should not be so concerned…only St. Peter is keeping score and assembling theContinue reading “February 2, 2021”

One of the most marvelous things about the people I know as friends is that they know things. Little bits of information about interesting topics makes for great conversations. Everyone I know is fun to talk to, I always learn something. This extends to my Facebook family of friends. It is extremely rare that ourContinue reading “January 31, 2021”

Nearly at January’s end…the days are spinning quickly by. It hardly seems a moment ago that I was sanding drywall and already here we are again, avoiding the doing. There is little visible progress toward the goals I have set myself and time is fleeting. What seems to work for me is to set asideContinue reading “January 30, 2021”

“Yer not gonna die!” – Hazel Lindberg, circa 1958 That was my mom’s initial reaction to the bleeding stumps or the askew angled limbs of her five children as they paraded before her, each in turn. It was a statement intended to stop the damn screaming long enough for an assessment of damage. It sometimesContinue reading “January 27, 2021”