He believed in serendipity. Like the time he found that twenty dollar bill impaled on a barb in a barbwire fence. Or the time he found that ice chest filled with ice and a dozen cold beers under that culvert. But this was a little different: her name was Carmen and she was naked. She was twenty-three years old. And had long, flow
If the countryside seems boring, stop, get off your bike, and go sit in the ditch long enough to appreciate what was here before the asphalt came. -old biker proverb
Man, you think you know it all. Yeah. The older I get the less I find that I do know it seems. camping out with friends was a right of passage and one we all enjoyed very much. It was a hoot!
I hope he finds the Tzu-Tzu tree, but not for a long time. Thanks for letting me share it with you. Ya'll are welcome to keep coming along! It always makes me melancholy. I don't know, Tova. Sometimes it gives me a sense of peace to know that all our "trials and tribulations" as well as the happy times have been gone through by countless others before and that
Leaving his backpack against the peeling trunk of a cedar tree, he set out to look about at the monuments in the old cemetery. Question: how many dead people are in this cemetery? Answer: all of ‘em. He smiled to himself at the old joke and thought how there sure were a lot of all of ‘em(s) here -rows and r
I love this journey. Thanks Kelly. I'm glad you're coming along...
The cottonfield he was passing was crawling with dozens of floppy hat wearing, sweating Mexicans. They were hard at the hot, dusty, monotonous work of chopping out weeds like Russian Thisle and Devil’s Claw and Johnson Grass that had grown up amongst the straight forty-inch apart rows of upland cotton. Weeds. He remembered
Beneath the cacophonous (their word, not his) buzz of a billion working bees in the dense canopy of the Chinaberry thicket above him, he dug away a small place for his campfire with his trusty army surplus shovel. Remember when you and Rex and Tommy and Gary Don used to go camping in the Big Pasture across the highway? And remember how y
How comforting and serene! This would be fantastic over my bed in framed needlepoint...
sometimes all I can see is the sign the proof the evidence that this was all made for me: Douglas Adams once said: . . . imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, 'This is an interesting world I find myself in -an interesting hole I find myself in. Fits me rather neatly, doesn't it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!' This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the
Sounds like the trip of a lifetime. ...you're hip to the perfect trip!
Thanks Buddah, Kelly. As always I appreciate you two. I really don't know where you are going with these little snippets of yours Why I'm going in search of the Tzu-Tzu tree, Maso! WWW Link Come walk with me...
Funny thing about memories, he was thinking while watching transfixed a dung beetle beside the trail roll along and form up a nice round perfect ball of shit. We only seem to remember the good ones. Like when he was with his son once upon a time at the park watching him take his very first steps. Or the first time he met h
I'm sending you an email with a modest offer. - Moskowitz Take him up on it, Maso.
I'm just pleased you think I got a bullseye. I couldn't agree more that you did just that, Maso. WWW Link
Wow, Maso. You always make me wish I could do the poetry thang. ( Read avarice, envy and lust...)
Kelly, Buddah, Maso: Thanks! I do appreciate it.
Thanks for the kind comments all. And LW, I think I may have found it. (hint: Apis mellifera )
Drink. Smoke. Raise Undivided Hell. Heh, he used to do those things in his younger days and do them well. Once, he even woke up one terrible Lord’s Day with a porcupine ( if she had as many dicks sticking out of her as had been stuck in her, she’d look like a porcupine they liked to say) and had not the vaguest recollecti
The night fairly glittered before him. Yuck. That was too cliché he thought. He didn’t know if “cliché” was really the right word, but it was too… something. Hackneyed. Trite. Banal. Whatever. He re-read the line, the only line, on the blank page in his notebook before snapping
Sometimes the best medicine is to not try at all. Ditto. But you succeeded in not trying here beautifully.
Brilliant. Absolutley brilliant.
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