Proceed with caution, dear audience. The possibilities follow imagination. Take good care to remain positive, to find humour where there is none, to enjoy that the dentist’s face is often upside down…. There is more to come, I have awakened once again.
Tag Archives: Modern Life
I did not mean it
this time or that other time. I stand humbled by algorithm and the need to express myself. I am as weak as any other one of us. The designers of social media programs have done their homework and we are vulnerable. Being the human being that we are often challenged to be is not anContinue reading “I did not mean it”
A Bad Dog, Barking
We are, I am so full of electronic living. A Violet glow of flimsy shadow slides me down deeper into button-tufted marshmallow – the faux-leather quicksand where thousands have already died. Oh! the high fidelity screams! Oh! the colour-balanced terrors, all fifty-five inches of them interlaced! The worst of everything smears our face. Like LittleContinue reading “A Bad Dog, Barking”
On ‘Daylight’ Time
April 17, 2024 On ‘Daylight’ Time I type and one word catches another’s tail as the other passes quickly,underway to Wordsend.Wordsend stands as a high cliff above,watching the place that is no place,found in every place…staring blunt into that place where all is bound.That end place is one which words may not describe.It is aContinue reading “On ‘Daylight’ Time”
Elizabeth and the Witness
Elizabeth and The Witness A tentative, “Hello?”she heard.Elizabeth looked up slowat first repeat of the same word. Knitting to pattern andeager for five minutes break,she rose with the help of one hand,while another massaged a back-ache. Above her head, she could discernthat through the transom came a glowof something interesting to learn,about which, she justContinue reading “Elizabeth and the Witness”
The Smallish Artist
December 10 2023 Someday, I will truly understand where I belong, what I should and shouldn’t say in public and whose opinions and actions I should pay attention to. In the meantime, I just say what I like and hope I have good sense. I do care what the world thinks. Perhaps too much. IContinue reading “The Smallish Artist”
In Six Seconds, I Will Get Back to You
Many statements trueor notreceive that broad applausewhich indicates, in glitter-sound,alignment with the lawsa group of social voters passwith random muster-calls. It has been saidin public means,writtencrude on walls,that thoughts of sexinvade not womenbut men, most oftenof all. By this belief,it’s every seven seconds then,those full-grown boys,the masculine,think of hairy partsor carnal actsfrom which all livingContinue reading “In Six Seconds, I Will Get Back to You”
You Cannot Say Hoar Frost Anymore
Spring returnsto Thirsty Harbour,whose thawing windows reveal slowjust how fast a once-trickle streamflows, constant now,without promise or flavour. Mudded brown,many mixed and broken thingsswirl downas watch then we old news,the morning, the night,each lighted bright and piled onthe noon. Someone pulled a golden handlemarked ‘flush’and our glorious daysby manufactured magic rushto disappear.Who knows when itContinue reading “You Cannot Say Hoar Frost Anymore”
The Invention of Plastic/Sleeping In
I’ll betcave men caught forty more winksat the end of a night.Og may have said,as, at this moment, I yet might,“Hell with it, today!”since the breakfast firewas a bitch tolight. In cave days,folks had basic hurdlesand nothing more to dothan eat or make loveand sleep until the sleepingwas through.In this day,with complex social machinery,we makeContinue reading “The Invention of Plastic/Sleeping In”
The Finch
I saw one Finch dressed sweet grey,belly puffed white,face of crisp dark charcoal,today. The wholeof some minutes,I watched the birdclutch a nervous branchof nature’s nondescript tree,ten feet from me. I did not know the birdas an individual,its self and shadow newto me,but the imageof all fast beating heartsand warm plumagesoftened any brutalsuffering.For a paused moment,IContinue reading “The Finch”
Robert On The Air 