Shakespeare’s Sleep–Elusive for Some That was a post title from December 2016. Somehow, it sprouted amidst related posts, it seems. Must be time to repost it to new (one could hope) readers–slightly revised. He died at 52–probably a long life in the 16th century. Still, I must suppose that had Shakespeare lived another 15 years […]
Something she said or did inspired this. Dry humor, in old styling. With good reason, she calls me the spider whisperer. I always try collecting a spider gently in a tissue before letting them loose outside. It can be a challenge, with the fast ones or those simply trying to escape. They must suppose I […]
I’m back! Yes, I’ve been gone a long time. The prostate cancer treatment hasn’t been that troublesome, but it slowed the writing process. No surgery, no chemicals—just external radiation five days in October and five in December. Plus quarterly hormone injections. We won’t go into the details or side effects, but my energy and clarity […]
A bit of humor to get through the end of the week. “I’ve got this song stuck in my head. I can’t get it out,” he said. “I know. I can hear you subvocalizing it. But it’s one you like, isn’t it?” She said. “Yes, but I don’t want to be replaying it while […]
Back in 2013, James Galvin wrote a well-received western novel called Fencing the Sky. This post has only a slight connection to it–a writing prompt from a Zoom-hosted small group of local writers in southwestern New Mexico. This will likely be the extent of it, but who can say. Big Sky Country—where the well-off buy […]
Another short piece from a writing group prompt–obviously the phrase that’s in the punchline. Use prompts; they work. 😀 No one could have imagined the result of appointing the well-regarded specialist Transportation Commissioner. He had much party support, having donated thousands of dollars to local, state and federal candidates. An astute observer, however, might have […]
A break from Waiting for Westmoreland this week, for this tidbit from the writing group this week. It stemmed from the word “nightmare” in a “Nauseous Nocturne,” by Calvin and Hobbes cartoonist Bill Watterson. I remarked on my first exposure to it that it reads like a combination of Edgar Allan Poe and Arlo Guthrie […]
Nearly 50 years ago Joni Mitchell sang of the famous festival of Woodstock. She said in her counterculture song of the same name, “We are stardust.” Now there are scientists who say we may indeed be made of–or at least include in our DNA, not just an inheritance from Lucy millenia ago in Africa but […]
Just a short something today–very short. Other things are demanding my time. Still, you may find this amusing if you, like my wife, thinks your dog licks too much. When she makes that observation to Max, he ignores her admonition and continues. I, on the other hand, may note this variation on an old expression: […]
The hungry thief made the most of the slim pickings he found in the remote cabin. He made a sandwich to go with stale bread and some dubious leftovers from the nearly empty refrigerator. He hadn’t targeted the dwelling in the woods, it came as a chance encounter while fleeing the police. His last heist […]