Beware of your own best intentionsInside the silver lining it's darkI thought I was feeding the pigeonsTurned out I was feeding a hawk The pigeons all flew in togetherI sighed at this particular twoHe was all, hey what's upShe was all, check you boo [They'd dance awhile then take a peckAt seeds that I left … Continue reading A Pigeon Story Yesterday
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This blog is all text, no videos, gifs or photos. It's a kindle experience, more or less. Essays, song lyrics, poems. All very short, if that's an incentive to dip your toe. Here is a breakdown of what's on this site. Click here for stuff that mostly RHYMES Click here for everything ELSE You have … Continue reading Navigation
Three Dot Theology…
Forgive me Readers for I have slothed. I'm in the midst or middle, betwixt or between something or other, life-wise. The book I promised myself to deliver goes on under the lash, but an instinct tells me keep it mum until complete. Meanwhile, my urge to keep this blog afloat calls out for some fresh … Continue reading Three Dot Theology…
Guidance Counselor Part 1
“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
Baby Bigots?
I should have just binge watched Arrow. Got good reviews, it's an action show, a big red box of Orville Reddenbacher’s Extra Butter Popcorn sat next to the once white of the microwave: I was ready to give my memory foam mattress a full on workout, geezer style. But then I had a wait-wait thought, … Continue reading Baby Bigots?
Cam’s Sad Sad Dab
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
Deep Breath
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 Wins The Big One
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
Masked & Synonymous
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
Traffic Light
When I spotted them 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 … Continue reading Traffic Light
’60S Love
Today’s topic was furnished by my Dear One, who responded to my musing out loud–asking 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 working imagination will be engaged with young … Continue reading ’60S Love
Sherry
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
Oops…
What a revoltin’ development this is. Out of nowhere, and I swear I didn’t see this coming, I got old. Like, old old, walking slow, aching feet, shoulders, neck old. And then serious old, call the doctor immediately if you have these symptoms old. I’ll spare you the details. Chances are, you have pretty pictures … Continue reading Oops…
Founder’s App
This isn’t a secret. We’re screwed. America’s political mechanism is broken. We are in danger of devaluing, to the point of scrap, the one American asset most of the world truly envies: The Ballot. Other countries have elections, but to Americans the ballot is at the core of our national identity. Our precious freedom attained … Continue reading Founder’s App
Think Of It This Way
To speak a lie is to spit at Christ To affirm a lie is to wink at His Passion To spread a lie is to spend the Silver To lie is to spit at Christ