Tag: ShortStory
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The Highwayman
A special sad little story to help celebrate Day Of The Dead. The Highwaymanby Loreena McKennitt – Written by Alfred Noyes in the early 1900’s The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty treesThe moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seasThe road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple…
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Monster Mash – For Halloween
Samhain, Halloween – that special time of year when the veil between life and death is at its thinnest, most permeable… so they say… Monster Mashby Bobby “Boris” Pickett I was working in the lab, late one nightWhen my eyes beheld an eerie sightFor my monster from his slab, began to riseAnd suddenly to my…
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Shadows – Special for Halloween
On this eve of Halloween, let’s ponder some views of shadows and their possible implications… Evil, Scary, Benign…? Shadows Rattling windows and doors,coolness that implores,explores,stretches,moving up vertical placesat questionable angles,lying across tables and chairs,stairs and floors,deepening the gloomin already dim places,in cornersand behind closed doors,sharp or soft edged,misshapen pools of darkness,yes, and me too. Auras…
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Revisiting Laying-on Paint
This is from early in 2023. I’d just finished a larger acrylic abstract winter landscape… Laying-on Paint background musicto start – sonatas forviolin and guitar canvas preparedrough draft ofvision laid down paints on palateessential colorsmixed and ready brush-tip drips colorlaid on canvas andshapes are rendered with patient strokesor dabbed and scrapedwith palette knife bold music…
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A Long List Of Ironies
A Long List Of Ironies Expecting optimistic resultsfrom cynical endeavorsand thinking What is a cynic? Some have saida disappointed optimist What is an optimist? Some have saidone not grounded in the obvious What is ‘the obvious’? Just look around you But then, you tell me tobelieve what you saynot what I see Just another in…
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Our Feral Dinner Guests
Homage to The Naming of Cats by T.S. Elliot Our Feral Dinner Guests Tigger and Midnight are not in sightprobably just out cattin’ aroundwhile Yinyang lounging mid-drivewaysurveys my trip to the trash caneyes half open in feigned interestalready had their evening stash Tigger a.k.a, Gray, Stripes, etc.a gray tiger, timid and jumpyour newest feral dinner…
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Revisiting Archery After More Than A Year
Since the original posting of this poem, I’ve changed bows, and my accuracy has improved exponentially. I’m currently using a Bear compound bow adjusted to 50 lbs with sights. I still use the 40lb recurve from time to time, but I’ve come to prefer the compound… Progress?… Archery 40lb recurve bow4 strings11 arrows each44 pullssinews…
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The Gates Of Istanbul
The Gates Of Istanbulby Loreena McKennitt See there, past that far-off hillA tower held in the skyHear there, in that dark blue nightThe music calling us home See there, in that far-off fieldFlowers turned to the skyFeel there, in that dark blue nightThe music calling us home Stars may always guide our wayFrom desert sands…
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Watch Needs Winding
Watch Needs Winding need to water plantson this chilly fall dayneed socks and shoeskeep the chill away the pocket watch in my watchpacket needs winding — too analogsome would say getting ready tore-enter the fray, but first my watch needs winding –LE – 10/19/24
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Old People’s Wisdom
Old People’s Wisdom They say old people are wiseBut to me, we’re merely humanArtifacts, renderings of conditioningAnd non-stop, round-the-clockVitriol and propaganda In most casesWhat they call “the wisdom of old age”Is but a cunning for survival thatIs genetically encoded in our speciesOur racial memories back to the beginning If there’s any ‘wisdom’ in old ageIt’s…
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