Posted in Books & Stories, Just Sayin'

Chirping Birds Outside My Window Birds Outside My Window

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv, new year

Old Friends


Hello darkness my old friend ran through my mind. That’s probably right but there’s no connotation. It’s peace, warmth and anticipation for the world to wake, light to break through, a new day to begin. So here I am with darkness, my old friend, and honestly I’m considering putting my head down for the remaining time before the alarm will actually go off and let it do just that. Many times as soon as I stretch out fatigue leaves me and I get right back up.


Let’s see what happens.


Well, it all lasted 10 minutes but it was enough.


I’ve a precious bit of half n half left to complement a shot of espresso. I may go there as another day ticks away toward the weekend. We’ve a three-day coming up. As it happens several at the daycare are writhing in agony because time is dragging its feet this week. Time. It really doesn’t go anywhere, doesn’t have feet, it’s just there. Time… man’s big idea to make the day, no, chop the day into productivity.


I think it’s time to make coffee. Oh goodness, a yawn. Yes, now’s the time.



Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry, Improv

Fall Back Again




I think I’m up at my usual time

So peaceful

Still dark

Never sleeping in

Until spring

I’ll have plenty of time

Why do I never get used to springing ahead

Overrated I think

Falling back I am more inclined

On a down mattress embrace

How deep can I sink

Let’s leave time alone

We did it once

Way back when

I was a kid then

Time doesn’t exist except man says it should

Let it ebb and flow

Watch the world turn

Don’t tell me it can’t thanks to technological advance

That says we’re smart enough to change it

Don’t say business

That flips-flops an hour at least twice

Don’t say wartime

That hasn’t been that way

Well, look at the time

My head I can lay until the alarm goes off


Another cappuccino

Give the world a minute to wake

I have plenty of time

You know

To take


Post Scriptum

Picked up my apple to take a drink

Should’ve napped a little more

I think



Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry

Fall Back


I like you

But not that much

I watch a scene

Such passion

Something stirs inside me

A feeling buried

I feel it deep

And I give in

Just for a second

I used to believe that way

Complete trust

Complete abandon

Two bodies intertwined

Whose is whose doesn’t matter

Yes I can feel

I watch again

It occurs

He’s married

Is she

How does he do that

His wife


A job

Turn it off

I can

I did

I wonder

But it stirred

To trust again

Could I do it

Lose myself but never be lost

I’ll let that thought be

That feeling have a place

And there are two clocks that need me

To wind back by hand

Fall says I’m here

Winter says it’s coming


You both can stay

I feel the warmth of memory

I watch

The light of the jack-o-lantern burn




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Here I sit while sweat drips

Why though?

AC’s on and no menopause to speak of

Been there done that

Will jump in the shower

Refresh, relax

Be ready for dawn

Then in to work with me

To be with people I’d rather not see

Have you ever had that on a job?

Look around and say no thanks

Bide my time until




Until remains to be seen


The journey is written, the future unknown

The Secret no secret, perspective’s all me


Cool, I like me

Speaking of which, about that shower…



Posted in Writing Challenges

Without Further Ado (And Editing) May I Present…


Michael Jackson wrote a song about ‘Remember the Time’ and the Stones had an early hit named ‘Time Is On My Side’. Jim Croce sang a beautiful ballad called ‘Time in a Bottle’ while the Chambers Brothers sang a heavier version of ‘Time Has Come Today’. Remember when Jim Croce died and some talk show had his widow singing one of his songs and she cried though the whole thing? I remember thinking ‘insensitive’ and ‘sadists’. Had he left a baby behind too? Those days most people were high. Strong argument for how it dulls the brain, wouldn’t you say?


The time is 4:51 a.m. The muse doesn’t discriminate when it comes to time. It seems it’s time for me to write in Times New Roman font (har – I know, it’s a stretch). Luckily I fell asleep early without movie to lull me, trick my eyelids to close. Although there are 24-hour grocery stores, when there’s more light in the sky, when daylight cracks its lids for me to see its promise, it’ll be time for me to go shopping. Good thing too – when I open the fridge moths fly out complaining the ketchup, mayonnaise and ranch dressing aren’t very talkative. Make no mistake, I’m not a ranch dressing person although bacon-ranch makes it more tolerable, but my grandson is. He calls it sauce and dips pizza, chicken sticks, fish sticks and occasionally french fries in it – yuk – but he likes it. My spell check says it’s time to redline french fries for capitalization. Should I? It’s a name but nothing formal. Now if I were speaking French that would be different. Hmm.


According to physics and postulated by Einstein and his fellow scientist-geniuses in IQ, time doesn’t exist. We’ve got past and future but the present fleets by us and we’re never in the present but in the past. True. We don’t have time to say it’s gone before it’s way passed. Time goes by faster than the speed of light, faster than space travel. I live in the present – not. Man made time to chop up the day for profit, to get us to school on time. Maybe big business was the angel that was cast out of heaven, fell to earth, and that’s when time began. Gives a little kick to the saying ‘learn from the past’. Guess we don’t have to go too far back. Then again if we sit too long and think, we’ve just made ancient history.


How am I doing so far for a person who was at a loss as to what to write about time?
Dial 1-800…
Like those bumper stickers that ask how we like the driver’s driving and give a number to call. While driving isn’t the time to start pressing buttons on a cell, and if we don’t like the *@#!!^* person’s driving we might be more apt to take the time to yell out the window.


Remember times of innocence
Were we ever?
Just born
What I call fresh from God
Sure we were
We’ve acted in innocence too
Though it may’ve turned into ‘my bad’
Still can

Remember the time we went to Florida
And sailed the glass-bottom boats?
Remember when I bought cans of sunshine
Could I have been any more of a touristy-Yankee from NY?
The very reason the sunshine was canned
(Partly heartfelt
Sharing southern warmth)
Was for times like this and people like me
I don’t mind




Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “time.”