Author Archives: Robert Hubbard

That is a somewhat repetitive number…20. 20/2020. It is smooth, though. Sounds smooth. I had a smooth event today. I got the lawn and garden waste put at the curb late yesterday and it was picked up by a truck today. The lawn and garden waste was smoothly gathered at the very end of theContinue reading “November 20, 2020”

No office today. I am rethinking the gadding about. Yes, while there is no vaccine and no effective treatment, it’s best to stay in and tough it through. I can work from my kitchen table and go for walks to get out of the house. The walks are actually a brilliant thing, I am gettingContinue reading “November 19, 2020”

I am, where else? at the office. I am excited because the book, Buster L’Orange – The Biography of an Ordinary Man, is nearing a final draft status. I’m not sure if I should release the chapters/sections as I finish them or maybe hold them back a bit. Maybe, I could finish a section aheadContinue reading “November 17, 2020”

Full nude,he was found, butt downand bleeding in the barberry.Fearing he’d fallen,maybe striking the flat part of the roof,at hospital, they ordered x-raysas proof of unbroken bone.He lived aloneand ‘they’ were the cops. Anonymous callers,Saturday’s last hour,each relayed the same odd tune,“With his arms stretched out there,some Asshole lies bareon a balcony, welcoming moon!” ByContinue reading “911 and the Gibbous Moon”

Young Lady, that skirt is mighty short! Ha. I believe the dress that my young neighbour wears today is called a ‘sheath’. It is a tube-like bit of apparel in knit fabric of red colour. The red is not fire-engine, not wine, it is moderate red. Just red. In combination with the over-dress or long-tailedContinue reading “November 11, 2020”

I stand clear ofbut near brushthat sweeps the water’sedge.Before me,a gentle,narrowing poolfloated with strange flowersdissolves into waiting reedsthat claim the shallowsof a not-so-far-off,final shore. During my remainingwhile this dusk,I’ll witness eachpetalled smileto guesswhich colour mightoffendor which appeasesapproaching night.I cannot for a moment befree as these lillies.I pause alone,they drift alone.Of course,that fact displeases me.

“Zo – leaf your troubls outzite n c’mon in!” sang Joel Grey as he portrayed the cabaret’s Master of Ceremonies. Zo. It is so. After yesterday’s eerie, wild quiet and calm of a disastrous U.S. presidential election season’s end…we may best decide to visit ‘Le Cabaret’ awhile. The man we should forget, the one weContinue reading “November 4, 2020”

Success I am thinking about my mother this morning. As a result of Covid and the resulting restrictions, Mom faded away, disappeared. We had no opportunity to guide her on the way. We didn’t get the chance to visit her in the care facility and sit by her bedside to help her count the remainingContinue reading “October 31, 2020”

Creativity This morning, I received something in the mail that made me smile. It was a gift and the gift made me think that there is hope for the future. It is only slightly likely that I was exaggerating. It is only a little bit possible that I overemphasized the ramifications of this little giftContinue reading “October 29, 2020”

I am seated and ready to type. Bagel in hand, tea at the ready. Another day in the universe? Ya. The U.S. Presidential election is finally only days away. For a brief moment on November 3rd, it will be over, one way or another. The sad thing is that as soon as one cycle closesContinue reading “October 25, 2020”