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I was holding back at our farm in Jaipur because of the monsoons, which was okay. It gave me time for, among other things, closing the books on the summer wheat crop. I had also just finished preparations to export three full shipping containers of garments, borrowed jewelry, and concealed gold jewelry back to the... Continue Reading →
It's all about me! (from the Dog Box #2) I'll make this quick and easy. Quick by leaving out most of the details nobody cares about. Easy by sticking to my earliest writing efforts, after which, who really cares? I wrote my first poem when in grade school. It was a writing assignment. I was... Continue Reading →
Academically Speaking I don't like writing things that aren't from the heart. So, rather than that, I write what I call heartless haikus. Mostly just to pass the time. Like now, while I'm here waiting for you to come to. They are quick, simple, and unlike limericks, they don't even have to rhyme. Hell, they... Continue Reading →
From Piedmont Press: September 2, 2025 Dearest Reyn, We are excited to report that your second book, REYN: I'M FELINE GREAT, continues as a best seller, remaining on Barnes & Noble's top fifty for the past 43 weeks. Since it premiered less than a year ago at #93, its sales have been phenomenal. It now... Continue Reading →
I was going to pitch readers with a long tale of how difficult the search for this the song. Of how many six-digit secret codes I faultered and failed to remember before I could fix passwords and open this or that app.
We won't apologize! This post has been removed by the United States Department of Health and Human Services. We are not compelled to reason. Our department, in accordance with this administration's policies, does not endorse reason. Damn you! Bastards, go away and die! Robert F. Kaneddy Junior As commanded by executive order from the Resulute... Continue Reading →
Yes, a hobo. I've always aspired to be a hobo. Even now, after twenty years of serving the Humanities Department as Professor Emeritus of Psychological and Psycic Abominations at Pacific Tech, Malibu, I have never lost my desire to ride the rails and pitch for coin. Sadly, when retirement dawned, that opportunity nearly dissolved on... Continue Reading →
Was today typical? Which day? Or which moment of any day can be considered typical? If you live your life consumed by the present, then your presence is consumed in the now. Consider that 'within the now' no time exists! No time to spend, no time to waste, no time at all! Without the burden... Continue Reading →
> Is the end near? The end of the world, is it near? Who cares? As long as we don't notice it, and that it's swift and painless, why worry? These things happen, and I don't think that anyone on WordStress will have any effect on such an inevitability. Besides, there may be some time... Continue Reading →
(FROM Popeye- Return to Sweet Haven Village- THE FIRST GOON WAR The war was a draw. The few surviving goons retreated, limping across the xxx sea. Their losses were horrendous. Thousands of Goon corpses took weeks to sink below the calm blood stained sea. What remained of the invasion force, The Sea Witch and her... Continue Reading →
"I used to be cruel to my woman, I beat her and kept her apart from the things that she loved" * (199 words, 1 minute read time) She lived, but less well than she had anticipated. Her youthful hopes prevailed, but only as time allowed, and his harsh short tolerance permitted. The hurt he withheld was nearly tolerable,... Continue Reading →
Forever the new thirty They say that Forty is the new 30, and that Fifty is the new 40. I hope they cease this nonsense and declare Sixty the new 90, because that's how many actually feel. At some point, truth must become the new denial. Do we forever cling to a false youth by... Continue Reading →
(obligatory photo security photo (1/251) My apologies! The cleaning party scheduled at our house tomorrow has been postponed indefinitely. My father-in-law has taken a slight turn for the worse. Not terribly worse, but worse enough for my wife to delay her return home for a bit longer. Also, while in Jaipur, she’s had an opportunity… Continue Reading →
NOTE: I had thirty minutes to write the second half of this post and decided to do so, start to end, without looking back more than a sentence or two. Grammarly was left off, no prompt boxes to dismiss en route to the finish (you can tell because the are no annoying hyphens stuck all... Continue Reading →
Many, if not most couples don't understand their mate. Originally I was going to say their wife, but then realized that would be unfair. To be politically correct about it I should have said I know that sounds harsh, and I had tried to find the modern correct way to "identify" the proper terms to... Continue Reading →
Seventh Grade, Miss Smith. Not skinny, just cute and petite. She styled her blonde hair around her head like Tippi Hedren. Her eyes were as the Earth looks from space. Sure, I had a puppy crush on her, all the guys did, but how she influenced me had nothing to do with her being attractive.... Continue Reading →
top gums* morning chai God doesn't bother with the small stuff anymore. The guy you mentioned has an injured ear and could damage it and the world with a handset. This injury makes it impossible for him to hear from the right side of his head. At his core, he is very fragile and insecure,... Continue Reading →
from: Sixteen Hours in Qatar. A collection of short stories From part one---->>> The young girl's dreams of a 4-H ribbon and a future grass-fed only dairy farm were over. It became a sad story for all concerned. Begin part two below ------->> Most readers are probably familiar with the National ESA pet program. The acronym stands for... Continue Reading →
(A brief, updated, encore) 221 words, 1 minute read time. Having accumulated more than enough visible scars from racing sailboats, motorcycles, waterskiing, and other semi-active sports, my doctors and even casual observers will notice that my flesh is also accented by related and subsequent knife and bullet wounds. Obviously, my skin is scarred adequately enough... Continue Reading →
The best compliment I've ever received? Well, I'd have to say, paraphrased, it would be that I was good in bed. But that was very long ago, and only after an exchange of what at the time seemed a fairly large sum of money. After these many long years I still cherish her words, now... Continue Reading →
He's invisible, and yetHe's sitting there,clearly pretendingto be unnoticed at the only table,near the big window,where he bathes himselfin warm sunshine. He's there every dayfrom not long afterthe doors openat our public library.He can usually find his spot by nine. Near his right hand is always a soft cup of coffee.which might once have been... Continue Reading →
2025 poetry harvest. #3 >most tomorrows cast away the tomorrowsthat led your hearttowards emptiness bring me to your lonelinessand deny your wantsfor longing share with me in faithlessnessand love me throughmost tomorrows -dp- 2/18/25 (9) This is another I struggled with for more than just 2024 and '25. Wording is close enough to release. Also,... Continue Reading →
2025 poetry harvest. #two ` ~ > near oz Find a place, far awayenough to feel like oz,or home. A place so distantit could shelter anyone,even us. We should not thinkof this, or turn awayfrom hope. But we must keep runningat least to look aroundthat next corner -dp- 4-11-25 (15+) Boring note: I made a... Continue Reading →
2025 poetry harvest. #1 > holding space She's invisible, butholds to placesno longer around. It's less a matterof reflectionthan refraction. But of course,there's that faintshadow of magic lingering from youthand a mirage thatmakes her seem clearly unseen -dp- 2-4-25 (8+) I like what I think I'm saying here. I hope readers get it. Or get... Continue Reading →