Posted in Books & Stories, Flashes, Just Sayin'

Never Underestimate…


What do I want to say today? Good morning world… yes but how?




Good morning world!




Looking over old posts I thought maybe I’d take something out, dust it off and see what I could make of it whether expand on it, turn it into a different story or add a chapter where there weren’t any. I’m looking out at the rain that wasn’t supposed to be until 10 a.m. at 20 minutes to 7 right now. Spring does what spring does having the responsibility of waking up plants and making things grow. Is it responsibility or just something that happens naturally? Is that such a ridiculous question? Nothing too heavy to contemplate in the morning; I have the week off after all.


So here are a couple, and with them I might decide what to do – oh dear, rhyming.No, it doesn’t rhyme now that I changed from “here’s a few” to “a couple”.  Well, why not I say as the sun begins to shine.  Esse quam videre, better to be than seem (to be or not) – always liked that.


Standing Up For Your Kids: Soft Cloth (AKA Take That!)


“When I first sent the friend request, there was a bit of relish behind the notion of telling you off. I decided it wasn’t worth it, not that at times there aren’t things that need be said. Then I thought I’d start a healing process. Healing for what exactly? We’ve never been friends. After what you did to my son we’re never going to be. Any salutation or good will wish would be false on my part. I have no desire to extend my arm around you and say, “Let bygones be bygones.” As victims of a pre-meditated attempted murder, I don’t think we owe you, the perpetrator, anything.


All this to say I’m removing you from my friends list. I guess something was said after all. So much for the soft cloth mom theory. If you wish to use any of this for personal or professional dissertation, you must purchase the rights to my property from me first.”



An Unfinished Writing Challenge


“She closed the book, placed it on the table and finally decided to walk through the door. There was no back deck and she fell face first in the mud. She awoke with a nudge… nudge… nudge. Standing over her was a T-Rex with long arms. He smiled. ‎”My name is Rogue. Are you ok?” “Huh?” Stunned by the fall she slurred, “You talk… y-yh-yhoo talh… k.” Her eyes rolled back, her body went limp. She dreamt of falling in darkness.”




I don’t know. Let’s see what I come up with…


Posted in Fables And Taller Tales

Fractured Mythological Tales Or Woman’s Roots In Evil



One beautiful, lightly breezy, 70° sunny day, a woman was sitting on a bench in a shady area of the quad on campus reading quietly to herself. She didn’t get the time to read as often as she liked and was so absorbed in her book, she didn’t notice a tall, handsome man walking by her. He did notice her though and thought to himself, “I’d like her to be my special friend.” He kept on walking but his thoughts were now about how to win her over. In the meantime another handsome man happened by, noticed the woman and decided on the spot she would be his special friend. Instead of continuing on past her he lifted her off the bench and carried her over his shoulder.


The woman was startled from her reading and while clutching the book tightly so she wouldn’t drop it, asked the man why he was carrying her over his shoulder. He started explaining to her how good life would be and how happy she would be as his special friend while he kept walking. The first handsome man came back to begin the process of winning the woman over to be his special friend, he had come up with a really good plan, and noticed she was gone. Before these two men had happened by, earlier, another handsome man had noticed the woman, she was so into her book she didn’t see him at all, and went off to get some gifts he thought would help win the woman over, but on his way back noticed the second handsome man pick up the woman and carry her off. This made him angry because he really wanted the woman for his special friend. He dropped the gifts, ran after the second handsome man, knocked him down, caught the woman who was holding her book tight so she wouldn’t lose her place, put her over his shoulder and started walking very quickly down the street just outside of campus while telling the woman, who was trying to continue reading her book in spite of all that was going on, that she’d be much happier with him, although he didn’t know the man he’d just knocked down at all.


The first handsome man who came back to talk to the woman to convince her she should be his special friend, saw the third man who really was the first man knock the second man down and take the woman. He thought to himself though he really didn’t know it for a fact, “I saw her first!” He ran after the third man who was really the first man to take the woman away from him. He caught up with them; grabbed hold of the woman and a tug-of-war ensued while the woman just held on to her book so she wouldn’t drop it. The second handsome man had gotten up, ran toward the first and third man who was really the first man, which means the first man was really the second man and he was the third man, having a tug-of-war over the woman still holding on to her book, because he wanted the woman back to be his special friend. He started pushing the other two men out of the way, which caused them to drop the woman on the ground, but she held on to her book, didn’t drop it, and managed to land on her backside which was endowed enough not to hurt that much if something ever happened causing her to land on it. The three handsome men were so caught up in their heated argument they never noticed the woman get up off her backside to begin walking home so she could continue reading her book, which she was going to do in the first place but then had decided to go outside to read because it was such a beautiful day.


The men argued and fought a long time, and as they wore each other out finally took the time to notice the woman wasn’t there anymore. That made them calm a little and gave them time to think, which helped them to recall that during the skirmish, she’d been dropped. In fact, they were so involved in arguing they realized no one noticed if she’d landed on her endowed backside or if she had gotten hurt when she hit the ground. They walked back to the bench but couldn’t find her there or any place else on campus. They stood on the edge of campus looking down the street but they knew there was just too much ground to cover and they had exhausted themselves from bickering and fighting. All three became angered and started saying unkind things about her. They decided unanimously everything was her fault, and if she hadn’t been sitting there none of this would’ve happened. Women should stay inside at home and not be allowed outside where they can be seen, and when this is put into practice, these kinds of things won’t happen again. Not even saying goodbye to each other, wearing frowns they went their separate ways home.


The woman had made it safely home, changed her jeans that had grass stains on them, put on a comfy pair of sweats, started a wash, made some espresso and sat quietly in the living room sipping coffee and reading her book. She thought that later on she’d go out shopping.


Posted in Fiction & Poetry




The espresso lid creaks

A crypt keeper’s lair

A tarnished 6-cup

Broken handle from unnatural strength


Or someone had the flame too high

It burned off


My kept secret what I bear

Cold water I pour

To one single bolt

Grandma said iced makes the best


Then the basket where it’s captive

Is filled to the rim with tamper tap-tap


Boiling bubbles will rise

After it’s dropped in

Drowning it will survive

Turn the top that it’s tight


A coffin creaks as opening begins

Disturbs sleep

Specifically mine

But it’s done, finally


Not the coffee yet

But preliminary process


As the fire kindles below

Reddened blaze it will grow

Unbearable to touch snap it low

Where’d the potholders go?


That’s what I get

Being organized overrated yet


I must feed to survive

Fresh ground grinds infuse the room

The blood is the life

Mine feeling better soon



Posted in Books & Stories

In Media Res Is OK But How About A Little Background

What About Agon?

Agon’s girlfriend disappeared after their breakup and devastated he’d left town, at least that’s what everyone’d said. He was a glassblower, one of those guys you’d see at fairs and carnivals…


Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry





I gave up putting on my face years back

A crusade of my making one could say

Mirrors were given away

Not the bathroom medicine chest

Of gold no, but functional

Tear it off the wall would leave a gaping space

Shelves exposed

Better closed thus

Leaving more time together

No need for them to cry and wait

Not understanding why the paint

So beautiful was she

Secure happily we played

An extra hour we’d gained


But that was then


These days


At the head of a class

I stand before a crowd

But they don’t like what they see

Their demons awake

That before slumbered uninterrupted

They come, manifest groggily

Darkness filling broad day

Boney fingers reach for my nape

Thumb pressure squeeze

Eyes popping I speak anyway

A teacher silent cannot be

That would be me


Their young faces change

I look into dead eyes

Weren’t they alive

Nothing of light remains

Except for what’s mine

It blazes within me bright

With passions I shine

Beacons turn

The room is filled

All at the same time

But holds nothing in this place


Now welcomed to hell

They know and they leer

Some sneer and hiss

Aware I stand my ground

And bide what is time man made

Until their demons freed are returned

Resting back in cavern’s cave deep

The deeper the better

For me anyway

There let them stay

Though forgotten the worse so they say

When the night demons visit

Makes no sense to take fright