He blew his mind out in a bar... 527 words, 3 minutes read time. "Oh, come now, Bill. You don't believe that. You don't believe in suicide." "Mel, I don’t know what to believe anymore. But, wait! I do believe in one thing. I believe that I love these peanuts!" I’ve been shelling one peanut... Continue Reading →
~ Spring Break #1
I've had a drink or two, and I don't care, (434 words, 2 minutes read time) >~~~~~ 1 ~~~~~< Maybe it's these stupid allergies I try so hard to disclaim, or maybe the thick New Delhi smog that drifts thick here on the northern breeze. It clogs my nose, crusts my eyes, makes me thick,... Continue Reading →
~skipping stones.
-1962-thirteen skips. We were playing alongside the monoliths of Stonehenge when I picked up this rock. I thought it was a trilobite. It wasn’t. It was just a flat rock. I knocked off the muddy crud that covered it and saw it to be a perfect skipping stone, so I sent it sailing across the… Continue Reading →
Skipping Stones- Epilogue.
1962- thirteen skips~~~~~>>> (section seven) <~~~~~~~~~~ EPILOGUE ~~~~~~~~~~> The next morning was Saturday. Mom let us sleep late on Saturday, but it was usually her who would actually sleep until nine. We had cartoons to watch, and Saturday morning was when the best ones were on. It was also the only day Mom let us… Continue Reading →
things of little or no concern.
Please note: some things mentioned may be sad. "Things were going along just fine." I would guess almost anyone might say the same, or at least something very similar. We all tend to navigate, make decisions, and cast judgments using our own terms of common sense. At least, we try to do so most of... Continue Reading →
of stardust and black matter…
Photo by Simon Berger on Pexels.com(1,310 words, 7 minutes read time) a bit of a rant. maybe... <~~ALSO POSTED SEPERATELY IN "SERIALS" AS A FIVE PART SERIES~~> I'm never really sure how these things get started. Often, I don't even know where they began. I only know that frequently, material, time, and effort suddenly disappear... Continue Reading →
Stop by, but call first.
We know how much you've wanted to see our place, everyone does, and unfortunately, geography makes it difficult for regular visits. In the meantime, we offer problematic or potential visitors this partial virtual postcard tour. So pull up a chair, have a cup of Chai, and click away! Mmmm... It smells like Nalini is cooking up some wonderful snacks and treats to share. So, pull up a chair and welcome aboard, let's catch up!
A letter to Reyn.
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 →
~ Go ahead, play it again!
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.
Cook Healthy !
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 →
It’s hard to say…
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 →
> an occasion for the ageless
Above: untreated scaly skin as it begins to fossilize (pre-Saurism) >> an occasion for the ageless << Due to renewed interest in reading, online studies, audiobooks, and other traditional methods of learning, a provocative return to the classic forms of studying history, science, social behavior, and core studies has become the new norm. Time travel… Continue Reading →
> Is the end near?
> 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 →
Spinich, WarPress, and other party favorites*
(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 →
Cancellation of request and invitation-
(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 →
The Salvations of Abda- (part two)
from: Sixteen Hours in Qatar. A collection of short stories Dear readers: this is the second installment of the first chapter of “The Salvations of Abda.” I must have neglected to save a more embellished version of it, therefore, it is what it is. The text itself is still accurate. I will be taking a break from… Continue Reading →
The Salvations of Abda (part one )
(from: Sixteen Hours in Qatar. A collection of short stories) (492 words, 3 minutes read time) My wife, Nalini, meant it as a joke- "Why not register Adba as an ESA animal, now, before we go to India?" Abba, which means 'calamity' in Sanskrit, is our rescued animal. We recently saved her from the Santa Fe Animal... Continue Reading →
never sorry.
But no more. She blamed her newfound confidence on me. Said I had brought her out and into herself. And here, I thought I was just using her. Maybe we both had just blossomed. Found ourselves in each other.
~Excerpt from: The Salvations of Abda
>~~~~~ 2025 ~~~~~< (251 words, 1 minute read time.) A woman, her presence secured by a pair of black Escalades and a small detail of Secret Service agents idling beyond and just outside of the Washington DC Hindu Temple which the woman had just entered. It was Second Lady Usha Vance. She greeted us with… Continue Reading →
The Salvations of Abda (part three)
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 →