Category: ShortStory
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A Memoir Memory From 1980
Lunch In A City Park Ah, there’s a bald head andThere, bouncing boobsOver there, a large paunchParading through They’re all here at lunchtimeMidday summer respiteBlazes of red, yellow, and blueSomething old, something new Feminine styles seated on the lea‘Machos’ up against the treesSleesey dudes strutting throughThey’re all here, lunchtime ease The band is playing, a…
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School of Hard Knocks – Memoir Addendum – Some Final Thoughts
School of Hard Knocks I’ve had a long, interesting (to me) life. Understanding of reality and my reality in particular have distilled out of my experience and long contemplations of it. Yes, I’ve had the standard primary and secondary education (indoctrination) relevant to my place in space-time. Then, over another 20 years or so off…
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Repost From 2022 – Anticipation and Achievement
Anticipation and Achievement Let’s be honest. The highs of anticipation and expectation are the best anyone will get out of life, not to mention death. No experience, event, action, or consequence ever lives up to its expectation, especially on the positive side, not work or love, nor physical, mental, or spiritual pleasures of any kind.…
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Still – Always Preposterous – Again
Considering all the partisan propaganda and just plain BS of our never-ending election cycle, I thought it was time to repost this… yet again… It always amazes me how most seem to fall for that old ruse, the lesser of two evils, as if there were only the two ‘corporate/doner-blessed’ choices, and no one that…
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The Painters With Whiskey
This is a repost from February of ’23, but I used a different watercolor, and no, it’s not a whiskey painting… Whiskey Painters 4×5 inchmasterpiecespaintswere carriedin a smallAnacin tinfolding brushcompletedthe ensemble table in the barthe painter’sbrush dipped ina half-fullshot glassJamesonwon’t mindfor art’s sake vibrant colorsbrushed onhoneyed withaged IrishKentuckyor Tennesseelittle masterpiecesexchanged We’re allwelcome to tryWhiskey-coloredmasterpieceslandscapesportraitsabstractssounds prettydaunting…
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Desperado
Desperadoby the Eagles Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?You’ve been out ridin’ fences for so long nowOh, you’re a hard oneBut I know that you got your reasonsThese things that are pleasin’ youCan hurt you somehow Don’t you draw the queen of diamonds, boyShe’ll beat you if she’s ableYou know the queen of…
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The Golden Years – Memior – Final Chapter?
Retirement – The ‘Golden Years’ (?) I’ve already discussed most of my experiences since retirement previously. So, what exactly are ‘the Golden Years’ anyway? I’d heard about them for most of my working career. Not sure what I expected, but if ‘Golden’ was supposed to imply perfection and unbridled happiness, then the reality leaves much…
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End of My Wage-slavery – Part 8 – Memoir Continued
End Of My Wage-slavery After that, I did a short stint at Mactac in Stowe, OH. working as an administrative assistant. That lasted for about a year before they laid me off. As was becoming all too common, just another company restructuring and downsizing. My last Tech-writing job was at Phillips Medical in Cleveland. It…
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Homeward Bound
Homeward Bound three small, single-colored butterfliesyellow, orange, and white flitamong tired looking Brittlebush, Sageand Desert Mallow in the dry riverbedwaves and sloshes of the last flood watersrolling down to the Gila are bakedinto the mud, looking like fossilized water dry and dead grasses glimmer whitishin the September morning sununder a summer-blue skynot a cloud to…
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Would-a Should-a Could-a
Would-a Should-a Could-a As ‘Now’ barrels into destiny’s fateRolling along, a transitioning gateIt leaves history and would-aShould-a could-a in its wake –LE – 8/14/24 Residual influences of the Rubaiyat, only a dim memory from my youth…
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