writing – Robert On The Air

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”

Hello?

We are standing outside a bar that would be dingy if it weren’t so clean. This is a dim building but tidy. Inside, the floors are swept and the glassware gleams. We are waiting for a man called Henry S. Woodworth or Paisley or Brownley or some other two syllable last name. A cab slidesContinue reading “Hello?”

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”

Cuore Come Fiore

The bills are current, the bed is made. It was sunny and bright at eight, though snow stacks up in for-a-while-yet piles. It is the ‘eye’ of winter and we are still alive. When February slips under the wild days of March, what will come? I am trusting that the heart is a sturdy crocusContinue reading “Cuore Come Fiore”

Might Have Been Somebody

One of the big boats is moving, about to disappear, existing not much longer at the aged horizon. You cannot see from here, but must imagine there is a whirling radar, observing, set atop her steel wheelhouse tower. On his solitary round, a deck-hand will be making certain every ore-hatch is battened down, lest theContinue reading “Might Have Been Somebody”

January 12, 2026

I am never certain if you should be talking to ‘someone else’ when making a journal entry or to yourself. To be sure, the someone you are writing to or about or for IS someone else. While I am talking to me, I am also talking to that other fellow. Odd sensation, isn’t it? IContinue reading “January 12, 2026”