Whimsy came and whimsy went For Lent * Save me save me down the hole The Hour presses Someone spotted A kiting Soul Against the brimming darkness * Still and be still Mind I love While we are able still to speak The striking match The hissing leak

“That is so High School!” What pops into your head when you hear that phrase? If you grew up in the 1960’s it means a situation in which all the inanity of high school, the rigid social structure, the arbitrary rules, the clueless adults in power, is echoed in some present day inanity. A generation … Continue reading Guidance Counselor Part 1

I should have binge watched Arrow. Good reviews, a guy show, and a box of Orville Reddenbacher’s Extra Butter Popcorn next to the microwave; I was ready to give my Easy Comforts memory foam a full on workout. But then I had a wait-wait thought, geezer version. A flash of memory about a video from … Continue reading Baby Bigots?

It has been quite a while since hair products have held sway over me– though I applied shampoo to the top of my head long after it was only the wispy dreamers on the sides that needed tending–but when Cam Newton, Carolina’s polarizing quarterback, league MVP and media VIP, attracted national attention for his dab, … Continue reading Cam’s Sad Sad Dab

The Bully barks in orange glow Stuns the weak ones row on row His politics are of a piece He burps up sheep and dabs with fleece The Bubble’s head turns right or left Dependent on the donors’ heft Her policies perch on a vane And all her answers, Puddentaine For the Ballot fair and … Continue reading Ballot

That’s funny, I thought to myself as I reread these blog postings from Introduction thru Air Quotes and really it was odd it hadn’t popped out at me before, conscious as I am of everything I’m putting out to the world through this latest exercise in writing, writing with purpose for the first time on … Continue reading Deep Breath

Bob Dylan has won the 2016 Nobel Prize for Literature. Somebody tell Watson. They seemed close. The grizzled pitchman for Cadillac, Pepsi, Victoria Secret and IBM has been awarded the highest prize in Literature, for “having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition.” Well, duh. Or, they could just ask the 98% … Continue reading Bob Wins The Big One

Bob Dylan is still the 2016 Nobel Laureate for Literature. It wasn’t LSD in the water or a viral hoax or a rip in the Matrix. The Swedish Academy, two words without a hint of masculinity, showed some stones. They just got the category wrong. The Nobel should have been for Alchemy. Dylan does indeed … Continue reading Masked & Synonymous

My first thought was nautical: She's broad in the beam. So was my second. He's three sheets to. I pegged them instantly as a breed of retired couples I've become very fond of. Homey and doughy and okay with that. They spend the golden years, health be damned, doing the things that got them through that grind of the last ten working … Continue reading Traffic Light

You'll notice a few old posts from my now defunct blog, letdandoit, showing up here in the next few hours. I had automatically renewed the url, but truth is, I'm in a new phase of my life now, and that vanity project has lost its power to self delude. But I do want to put … Continue reading Clutter

Today’s topic was furnished by my Dear One, who responded to my musing out loud–talking to myself, in elderspeak–with jack rabbit reflex: ’60’s Love. Did you mean, ahem, relations between people in their sixties? No, no, the 1960’s! Love in the hippie days! Whew. Now that I know my imagination will be filled with young … Continue reading ’60S Love

Ran into Sherry again this morning, this time at the Post Office. I see her now and again, usually outside of St Mary’s Church in Walnut Creek. She is always alone. Often, she wears a green and white ceramic rosary as a necklace. She keeps the three or four stuffed travel bags that are her … Continue reading Sherry