Oh my dears… It is reflection time. We are being chipped away at by His Royal Highness Of the South. An orange glow pervades world-wide media. An evil grin lights the sky. The man I speak of is not well or at least probably lacks empathy, I am not a doctor so cannot be certain.Continue reading “May 18, 2026”
Tag Archives: Life
Whom Do You Believe
Rich and endless Bob Ross blue, with dotted dumpling-shapes is ceiling, anyway, a limit over ant-farm day. The teacher’s mouth reveals how water vapour scatters light in atmosphere, makes it glow a certain colour, offers up a boundary, conceals the dark and million stars – oftentimes, the moon from me. I have seen some picturesContinue reading “Whom Do You Believe”
Second Class
(Father has a business, strictly second hand…) Second Class Oh gosh. It happened again. Darn. I met someone, we started chatting… he says to me, “How about if we have dinner?” I say…”..Oh, yeah..” Then, after we set a date, exchange phone numbers, I start to think this could be something to pursue? Maybe. MMM.Continue reading “Second Class”
April 17
Oh my. The writer/singer/songwriter/guitar playin’/piano playin’ has come to an interesting point. In very recent days, my efforts at art have been remarked upon, spontaneously, by persons whose opinions I know I can trust. A singer, a great singer, a trained singer, a music knowledge person that I know very well – just up andContinue reading “April 17”
Horizon Is Illusion
Slap-lapping water, with a little imagination, can float the solid earth we stand upon, watching a loading boat. Hungry, an eager ferry is big enough to carry several cars, but seems a shade too small for that close-up. Fresh-painted steel appears of grander stature when the captain’s tower takes an hour, sinking at horizon, nearContinue reading “Horizon Is Illusion”
Accidents
Big water slaps two shores and the birds don’t care, one shore being as another for those who travel without documents. I am paused to wonder, how some are perfect-built for flying and splashing about, web-footed and well-oiled. The feathered creatures do not notice me nor do I see myself, though our shared water isContinue reading “Accidents”
The Language Arts
You turn the page and find a box of fireflies. As you read, the box-lid slips askew and florescence begins, as gentle shocks that surprise, then fade, in a heartbeat rhythm, warning that a summer day is ending, that everything is temporary.
A Box of Dream
A Box of Dream There have been seven years of steady work. The tidy restaurant is busy, people come and go. We are starting to relax. Sometimes, folks buy an ice cream. Ours is not unlike a mining town. We are owned, we are antiquated, but, it is claimed, we do our business above theContinue reading “A Box of Dream”
Evil and The Beatles
Good morning. Breakfast is cooling and I am thinking out loud. There is a brilliant frost about the roof next door, so white and pure. The earth is tipping back toward the fun part for those of us in the northern hemisphere. We will have green again, birds again. Colour returns to Pepperland. Sigh, IContinue reading “Evil and The Beatles”
Following Suggestions
When I was young, I did not understand what death meant. Every day, I propped the still one up and offered them a plate, when I made one. I did this but they seemed to have no appetite. I would sing the name to no reply then you came by, said, “Why not place thatContinue reading “Following Suggestions”
