Posted in Books & Stories, Comedy Of Errors, Current Insurgencies, Reviews

A Book Review: Blinders Keepers by John Rachel

 

Blinders Keepers On More Levels Than You Can Count

 

Two horsemen War and Death ride. They might as well with the world especially the US leadership, economy, you-name-it, going to hell in a handbasket. In Missouri there was nothing with that nothingness being captured so much so I thought this book couldn’t possibly be for me, but it all exploded in a blink and the Two sprung forth through the flame. Famine and Conquest could not help but follow and weren’t going to miss it. The lamb indeed follows with them and treks across the country with nowhere to hide while the father watches over his son or is it his guardian angel leaving notes? He’s drawing a blank and keeps it up relentlessly, we the readers don’t know yet, but it’s any man’s game in an apocalypse.

 

Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride holds nothing on this book although I’d be afraid to imagine what a Blinders Keepers Wild Ride might be. Everyone around him keeps dying but our protagonist just can’t figure it out – I figured it out. I mean, if I can figure it out what’s his deal? Have you ever wanted to yell at a movie screen when the character isn’t moving fast enough or you know what’s going to happen next but s/he doesn’t. I wanted to grab Noah by both shoulders and shake him but realities keep becoming just too blurred. Turns out the father and guardian angel are one and the same double agent, if you will, keeping him alive. To top it off there’s this meteor that doesn’t really exist but the President sees opportunity in opinion polls going up in his favor pretending it does. I don’t know why he just doesn’t send Noah’s dad and a military crew into space to napalm it like they do to so many others.

 

When you read Blinders Keepers you should hold on to something.

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry

Moans In The Night

 

Startled from sleep

Slumber deep

But not enough to ignore

The sound is in here

Where I live

Alarming

Hart pounding

Body moving before I could see

Clearly

Detect it

Where

What

Open the door

Staring in the box

Close it

Open again

Yup, this is it

Shaken half out of my wits

The fridge

For real?

Didn’t know what to do

Can’t call maintenance at 1:30 a.m.

Certainly don’t want to see them

Don’t want to hear their whines

The lightbulb turns on so dim

In my brain

Longing for rest

Yet

Down to zero the setting goes

Will it turn off?

Click!

Moan stops

Worried no

Give it a sec

As back up again it’s set

And clicked back on

Without a sound

Well, nothing unusual to speak

Food safe

Wide awake

Thanks a heap

Folded clothes

Threw something in to dry

Now pour some wine

The good kind

Ease my heart

Get back to sleep

 

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv, Just Sayin'

Italian And Turkish Coffees Leave The Espresso Pot Shiny

 

I found that out making a late night coffee, just had a yen as it were, but didn’t have enough Italian espresso for a shot, so rather than grind up beans that might have disturbed sleep I added a heaping spoonful of Mehmet Efendi Kurukahveci. The combo made for unique fragrance, flavor and when I rinsed the pot was met with a pleasant surprise; grinds seemed to dissolve away leaving the pot gleaming as if no coffee had been brewed at all.

 

Unexpected. “Son-of-a-gun…”

 

Happy.

 

What I thought would happen was the pot be stained but not this time anyway.

 

And so lazy Sunday continues to move slowly which is fine with me.

 

 

Posted in Just Poetry

Where I’m Going

 

I’ve got a movie

That’s where I’m going

And a load of laundry too

That I’ll do

Getting sleepy

Lazy’s more like it

But it’s Saturday

Rainy

A little chilly

No way

Will I accomplish more

Not ambitious enough for a coffee

Cappuccino or Latte

No birds sing in the downpour

Head held in my palm

Eyes closed

When I open them

It’ll be a go

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv, new year

It’s Not Friday Night

I can tell it’s not Friday night walking home from work thanks to the silence, striking almost eerie in daylight still with an occasional cricket creak. The local bars have nothing going on as if they’re possibly closed but more likely one or two patrons at best. It’s Monday anyway, the semester and graduation over, half the population on the way home, fewer cars on the road and summer soon to begin.

This morning even my birds are chattering in lower tones.

Noticeable changes to say the least.

Posted in Best Wishes, birthdays, Family, Just Sayin'

Birds Begin Chirping Around 4 A.M.

 

 

I know because I was up before 4 and then it got noisy and I looked at the clock, well; cell phone screen. There went tranquility. It was so, what can I call it, it was so active, there was so much chatter it was as if they were all getting their assignments for the day or hadn’t seen each other for so long it was such a delightful surprise… many delightful surprises. So much expression if there could be with chirping, or if there are expressive lilts in chirping voice the volume evident on a stock market floor. I don’t know but I know everyone was up. I thought “birds begin chirping at 4am” then thought “Hey! ‘Birds Begin Chirping Around 4A.M’.” Works for me.

 

And here we are.

 

Maybe it was assignments for mother’s day.

 

My mom and I had a conversation about Mother’s Day and I realized where I got my perspective from, not that I had to agree but I did this time. I told my kids don’t worry about Mother’s Day, every day is Mother’s Day when you’re a mom not that it stopped them from making cards and homemade gifts which were always a treasure to receive. For me my kids were the best part and that was every day. When I came home from work and we were together nothing outside could hurt me. I guess Mother’s Day could be like birthdays. You’d celebrate those, then again; you do on their birthdays. See what I mean? How don’t you celebrate mothers’ day?

 

Happy Mothers’ Day.