Pastoral Winter wheat charms the field, whispering.A steady farmer turns his back,tips away from sunlight’s doings awhile,much does need repair. With complaint, but willing, still,exhausted drones turn down their clocks,hope another hour of daylight can be foundthat isn’t stolen from tomorrow. In his nest, in a tree, out front,one drowsy squirrel bothers notto brush boldContinue reading “Pastoral”
Tag Archives: Stories
Fishy
Fishie There are funny things that happen. Funny stuff. I don’t know that the rest of the world outside my bubble will find them funny but? Today, I put on my pants and, inadvertently, included one arm of my robe. It was stuffed down my backside. As I walked away, I jumped… noticing that something,Continue reading “Fishy”
Just OK
Aloha. It is always sunny at Starbucks… if you aren’t involved in union negotiations or trying to make a living. Ha. I am here, doing neither. I am enjoying the fat of the land, after many years of fattening the land. I suppose that makes me a foe of the conservatives, and of the liberals.Continue reading “Just OK”
By Design, Intelligent or Otherwise
I could not sleep longer than 3am. The best I could think to do was to grab hold of Facebook and scroll away. I did so. I am weak. This is not good. The man, Mr. Zuckerberg and his company, his cheating and lying and good ‘ol college boy antics / attitude have taken usContinue reading “By Design, Intelligent or Otherwise”
(JohnPaulGeorgeandRingo)
I am enjoying refuge at Starbucks, in their clean well-lighted place, but I am not Hemingway, he was more closeted than I ever have been. I sorta feel bad for him. An honest adventurer who couldn’t consider the whole picture, a real man who didn’t understand.. but I digress. There stood a time, once, forContinue reading “(JohnPaulGeorgeandRingo)”
Caution
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.
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”
The Little Black Dress
The Little Black Dress Just out of reachin a shop window,discreet,one teasing design’sperfection. I am huge,her heart says,and incomplete,without the basic black dressI’m told a wardrobe needs. The deeper she studies an innocent reflection, so greater becomes her restless irritation, until she, resigned, repeats: “Is there no measure,no sort of tapeto offer kind assessmentand aContinue reading “The Little Black Dress”
What Chapter Are You Reading?
Deft fingers, light puffs of breezelift familiar pagestoward a sun’s benign interrogationwhen readers,for one moment,abandon the book,turn away to fill that cupat another faucetspout. Forever, curious eyesfind the story,someplace forward, perhapsback, it is dependenton luck or God. Meanwhile,excited light bombardstoday, dusting our shroudwith a blue under which,visible movements of leafand worm are lies,teasing that timeContinue reading “What Chapter Are You Reading?”
Trying to Keep Upright
It is slapstick comical,this furious winterslippy day.Folks are looking back quickto see ifsomeone else saw…they are embarrassed,as the single moment uprightteetered towarda fall. It doesn’t look good out there. I’ll stay inside awhile,where restless power is hummingand we’ve marmaladeon toast,a little something warmthat isn’t blood. “So lucky,”they say and I am lucky, I guess,my birthdateContinue reading “Trying to Keep Upright”
Robert On The Air 