Writing for me has become like a sport, an exercise for my mind. I live in this yin/yang world now, of a physical job, with a more, em, comfortable hardly seems the right word but is in that mode, of leisure, as some would believe of the writer, amateur or otherwise, it is the stereotype. Though, I don’t find writing leisurely at all. It is … Continue reading When Strong Java And Deep Thoughts Collide
… like the god Odin’s one blood shot eye, observing, stirring, wondering at us all. Continue reading Hope Is The Last Friend To Leave
… if you were being accused of colluding with a foreign power, would you not go somewhat out of your way to appear otherwise? You would at least make some kind of conscious effort. Continue reading What Is He Really Up To?
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass It’s a few blocks away from me and half the walk is in getting there, Irish … Continue reading Lollygagging In The Urban Wilds
The first dream that I remember, I must have been around 10 give or take a year or two, and it takes place in Dodge back when we were renting a place, and I was around the corner sleeping over at a girlfriends’ place. Most of the details of it are gone, but this image remains of me, or something like me, out the window, … Continue reading Dreams Of A Place
Riding through the dark streets last night, on my way to visit a friend, and the night was mild and misty, refreshing, it was good to get out and about on the bike again. It was one of those nights when you are glad you accepted the invite for a couple of beer, and a chat, to get out, to talk with someone I don’t … Continue reading From Here, There, And Everywhere I Look For It
Gathering all this together, all these stories, one by one, unposted posted going back to the early months of 2013, almost at the beginning of this blog, unsaid has been said, and now I ponder the ghosts of my own past and all the crooks and characters that made me, and in that regard, this post is a bit different than the others. Now, other … Continue reading The Last Unposted Post: a rambling pirate from the past
Now, a couple tidbits that living with a narcissist taught me is first off, that any attention for them is good attention, they’ll take it all, any which way and Sunday sideways. Two, there can be only one, numero UNO, and that is their higher purpose to all else, contrary to whatever they say or bribe you with. And so here are some of those … Continue reading A 15th Too: The Man, The Guilty, And Euston
Poem from May 3rd, 2018 it is asolitudeof skyi decidejust nowin the monthof Maybut nottoday Someone said, probably Shakespeare, that “all good things must come to an end”, and so the day of D3’s departure came with nary a hitch, and Sue and I, her friends with him forever, me these last 3 years, stood in the driveway with tears running down both our faces as … Continue reading A 16th: it is solitude
For the longest time, I felt as though there was something I was missing or was missing in me, something, I was looking for in every eye, every guy, every word, as if, this person really, would be the one I’m seeking and the hollowness inside would disappear. Geesh, should have known it was a gad dang bike I was hunting for, would never have … Continue reading The 19th Draft: Before And After Rose
Progressing through these posts, one by one, with a little trepidation, and reading each only maybe twice through, first to read and then again to fix the most garish mistakes and not touch them again, after adding my two cents, or a dollar’s worth. Of these days of early spring I do recall but hazily, as consumed was my mind on that leaving of a … Continue reading The 21st: Before The Dawn Of Simplicity
Been raining since the dawn, as I began to hear the pitter patter of it outside my window, and so it rained all day. I find myself inside, admiring a refresh of the wee abode, with the harmonizing of my colour scheme and hence given me OOooooMmmmm moments of happiness as I pass through from room to room. Simple things, little things, but big things, … Continue reading … and a 22nd: On Losing A Friend
There are firsts for everything, and so the one resolution I’ve ever made came to fruition, YEAH ME! In the Southern United States, eating black–eyed peas or Hoppin’ John (a traditional soul food) on New Year’s Day is thought to bring prosperity in the new year. … Two popular explanations for the South’s association with peas and good luck dates back to the American Civil War. Wikipedia And did it work? I think it … Continue reading The 32nd Unposted Post: More We, Less Me & Some Black-eyed Peas, Please
by PaulaB 