He'd been stranded on the deserted island for nearly a month and was quickly losing all hope of ever being rescued. Then slightly below the horizon, he saw a boat. He'd been stranded in the middle of the ocean for nearly a month and was quickly losing all hope of ever being rescued. Then slightly … Continue reading Perspective
The last six months, perhaps longer, I've lost track now, has been the most difficult time I've experienced with my manic-depression. I have known that something was off -- way off -- as I couldn't pull myself out what I can best describe as a long depressed tail-spin. I cannot help but think of these … Continue reading Up Bound
find a rock, touch the past touch the present, smell a flower live to touch the future
Based on Charles Bukowski's 'The Crunch'... Seas move in and out Directed by senseless moon People are not good
The song of the dragon's breath makes itself known from above. The long low huff, without the bellowing roar, assailing the chilled skies, under a newly rising sun, shadow casted downward, rounded and wingless. The magic of the hot air balloon in flight to a child's imagination.
My wife found me laying on the kitchen island and asked in exasperation, "What are you doing?!" "I'm taking a tropical holiday," I smiled.
Old folks, older ways, dirt roads and dogs have a lot to offer in a sped-up world.
It was supposed to be a single simple game of chess, but it seemed to go on forever. Finally, after Martin had missed a number of family gatherings, some business meetings and a doctors appointment, his best friend decided he needed to check up on him. After walking into Martin's apartment and witnessing the strange … Continue reading Playing Chess
When a flower doesn't bloom, you fix the environment in which it grows, not the flower.
Funny that the generation which grew up making crank phone calls is the same one getting upset over receiving robocalls.
“It flew with the claw-tipped wings of a pterodactyl, it swam in tepid seas with the vast, winding bulk of an ichthyosaurus, it bellowed uncouthly with the armored throat of some forgotten behemoth to the huge moon that burned through primordial mists.” – Ubbo-Sathla, Clark Ashton Smith, July, 1933. Between Berlin-Ichthyosaur State Park and Richmond … Continue reading Beyond the Walls of Berlin Canyon
Feeling kinda cute -- might get drunk later and put the Christmas tree up.
He hung his head as hot tears streamed down his weathered face. He was holding the motionless hand of his dying wife. In the background played the song, "Lady in Red," and it caused a well-burst in his heart, realizing that this was the last song he and his wife had danced to, some 50 … Continue reading Lady in Red
Silence is golden. Duct tape is silver.
Not all politicians are dishonest, but all attorneys are lawyers.
"May I have another cup of coffee?" I asked my ever-present waiter. "Yes, sir," the waiter answered, "Black, no cream, no sugar." "Correct," the I answered. "I'll be back in a moment," the waiter smiled. Quietly, I got up from my place at the table and moved across the kitchen to the coffee pot and … Continue reading His Favorite
I have no idea what an 'animal spirit' is, but if I had one, it would probably have rabies.
Went to the local diner to get myself a malt. When the waitress brought it to me, she asked, "Do you wanna spoon?" I answered, "Sure, what time does your shift end?"
As he walked along the sidewalk, crossed a street or entered the overcast at the base of a building, others stepped out of the way, avoiding him. It was easy to see that he was being shadowed everywhere he went. And Lord help them when that shadow of his took the lead.
Jesus knew Judas would be the one to betray Him, yet He still washed his feet.
After falling down the stairs again, I've decided to take a positive approach to the situation. Once my wife finds me, I'm gonna say, "You should see how fast I can move!"
I look best when viewed through a cup of coffee.
A day before Kip Addotta passed away at 75, I was listening to his 1991 song “Wet Dream,” which I first heard on the Dr. Demento Show. It brought the memory of the late Spring day in seventh grade, when Sister Phyllis asked me to write something for submission to the school newspaper: Starvation Diet … Continue reading Winning One for the Kip
So often we read, 'Live to Write and Write to Live.' How about we simply live right?
The New '3 R's' of Common Core: Russia, racism and recession.
The difference between pot heads and politicians? Pot heads inhale. Politicians suck.
Knowing that graduating from high school would be a watershed moment in life, I squirreled away items certain I'd be able to look back on with a sense of nostalgia. Many of these hold major importance like track medals, athletic letters, annuals, my class ring, etc. Others seem less significant, but are jus' as important … Continue reading Pee Chee Blue
Go ahead, dance like no one's watching, because they aren't. Everyone's looking at their cellphones.
If it is true what the movie, 'The Sound of Music,' claims when the song sung says the 'hills are alive with music,' then those crowning my Nevada desert life hum with strains of 'The Ride of the Valkyries,' drawing me in, only to plead their truest existence through the acapellic mourning of 'Cool Water.'
No wonder I'm so screwed up. My ancestory includes Vikings and Leprechauns.
Throughout this morning I've been trying to recall 'Murphy's Laws for the Hospital Corpsman,' but it may have been to long ago or I have filled my brain cavity with too many other things. Besides, I got hung up on law #50: "The good doc considers the risk before running to a casualty. The great … Continue reading Law #50
Beyond death itself, which I'll have no earthly knowledge of entering into from this life, my greatest fear is being told, “Go away from me for I never knew you.” This comes from my ever-dominate feeling of being wholly unworthy of redemption and forgiveness. Therein is where my horrors lay. It's that vast, never ending, … Continue reading Feel my Fear
If you boil a funny bone, it becomes a laughing stalk. Now that's humerus!
Rarely is the photographer ever photographed.
"...the daemon-sultan Azathoth gnaws hungrily in chaos amid pounding and piping and the hellish dancing of the Other Gods, blind, voiceless, tenebrous, and mindless..." -- The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, H. P. Lovecraft, January 1927 “Mind if I sit here?” the very old man asked as he pulled the chair out from the table. I … Continue reading Essential Saltes
The silent woman has given up; the quiet woman, she explodes.
Doug Ames, 61, was born on July 8, 1958 and unfortunately passed away on August 12, 2019 following a nearly four-year long battle with cancer. He grew up in Crescent City, California, but was living in Dolan Springs, Arizona. A 1976 graduate of Del Norte High, he was in Reno, Nevada in March 2016. We … Continue reading Doug Ames, 1958-2019
Tom Cassidy was born in Crescent City, California on April 9, 1961 and passed away from congestive heart failure on August 7, 2019 at the age of 58. He leaves behind his wife Michelle, whom he married on June 21, 1986. We were teammates, both sprinters, running track and field at Del Norte High School, … Continue reading Tom Cassidy, 1961-2019
“When I got here, I seen that marquee out there with my name in lights on it. My name’s never been up in lights before,” he said in his distinctive Southern-drawl, “But I’ll get over it and sing some for ya, which is why you’re all here tonight.” His enthusiasm was authentic, infectious and the … Continue reading Up in Lights
I have one word for haters: cleavage.
The enemy of success is not failure -- it's comfort.
There once was a time when they all stopped, wanting to get closer to her magnificence, her beauty, her power. Today, she barely garners a second glance, charm less dazzling, yet with a more subtle type of lovely only to be noticed by those willing to take the time, to slow down, to really look. … Continue reading Playground Idle
My wife looked at me and said, "You weren't even listening to me!" And I thought, "What an odd way to start a conversation."
It's crazy that we say 'tuna fish,' but never 'roast-beef mammal,' or 'chicken bird.'
"You better make sure you know where our umbrella's located," Mom says to me. But I’m a big boy and she worries too much. “I’m on an adventure,” I laugh as I make my way to the shores edge, intent on finding sea shells, chasing and being chased by the rolling waves. Two minutes later: … Continue reading Umbrella
You live in a hundred different realities or more, because every person who sees or meets you, envisions you differently.
In the village of Ck’u-my-u’us Ck’lot-c’ there lived a quy’ug’ seh’, a witch, who enjoyed catching and killing cats as ritual sacrifices. The villagers feared this quy’ug’ seh’ and instead of complaining about his vicious activities, held their children close, thankful that it was not their child that had suffered such a heinous fate. One … Continue reading The Cats of Ck’u-my-u’us Ck’lot-c’
While trying to figure out how to better store all the stories I wrote as a kid, I ran across this one. I recall the night I did it. I was on an Edgar Allan Poe kick and had decided to use a bird feather quill and India ink to pen this one. Here's the … Continue reading Faces
Had a bad mix up at the grocery store this morning after the clerk said, "Strip down, facing me." Evidently she was talking about my debit card.
"Go outside and play, but be home for supper," Mom said as she dismissed us to go do what children do. We went into the woods, played games we invented, climbed trees, enjoyed hide-and-seek and kick-the-can. We disputed, negotiated, settled. Always, and way too soon, the street lights popped, buzzed and brightened that dreaded dusking … Continue reading Dusking Hour
My friend said he didn't understand cloning and I told him, "That makes two of us."
My wife is shopping. She sent me a picture of her in a pair of nice dress pants. She asked if I thought they made her behind look big. I returned her message saying, "Noo!" Autocorrect changed it to, "Moo!" Send help, quick!
When the Pharisees heard that Jesus had silenced the Sadducees, they gathered. One of them, an expert in the law, tested Jesus by asking, “Teacher, which commandment is the greatest in the Law?” Jesus answered, “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This … Continue reading Matthew 22:36-40, Reimagined
Watercolor and ink, 9" x 11 1/2
We were playing in the woods, where Adam claimed to have a tree fort. I wanted to see it, but he refused to show me. So, once Adam left, I searched until I found his well-camouflaged platform. I finally found my way up and sat down. When Adam returned, he cried, “Get out of my … Continue reading Adam’s Tree Fort
Grit is getting up, dusting off and being prepared to get rolled in the dirt again.
Video may have killed the radio star, but reality TV killed the video star.
Less than four days following the attack on innocent lives and the murder of 22 people and the wounding of another 24, I found myself walking into our local Walmart before 5 am. On my hip, as usual, I sported my pistol. Soon I was approached by a young man who asked me to please … Continue reading Honoring El Paso’s Dead
Tragedies will happen with firearms and genocide without them.
Some three millennia before, rose along the Ly'u-bol Glas-p'oo, the Sy'u-gi' Ckulp'c in the R'um-ja' of Mo'Bu-Ju', with its odd gray and misshapen stones and its queer looking peoples. Translucent red, with loose and heavy skin, elongated noses, flabby lips and protuberant eyes, the peoples of Ckulp'c were considered a horror to behold. However, their … Continue reading The Fall of Sy’u-gi of Lo’meh
While it may seem like I'm in deep contemplation, it's also possible I'm simply thinking about 'boobs.'
And here I thought the worst thing Trump could do as President was admit he had sex with Hillary at one point.
Did you miss me? No? Hmm... I missed you! Well, so much for running away from problems and taking 30-days to travel about. Life on the road isn’t like it had been a few years ago, but I’ll bring you up to date when I post my journal entries for those days a little later … Continue reading So Much for Being Gone
It took me a little more than half the day to finally get home, having hitched a ride from a fella named Jim, in the back of his pick-up truck. I showered, and dressed in clean clothing, ate a thick peanut butter and jelly sandwich and downed two cups of freshly brewed coffee. My stomach … Continue reading Home Again
Tired, sore, hungry and stupid. These have been my four companions all this day as I struggle to recover from the night before and this morning. Allow me to preface this with a few extra facts that didn’t seem pertinent yesterday, but seem to play a solid roll in my life this day: Jake, Karen … Continue reading The Turning Event
Late in afternoon I tripped upon a homeless encampment. There were some fifty people here, from children to slightly older than me and it has me unsettled. When I first realized I was nearby this tucked out of the way place, I was confronted by a pair of men who wanted to know what I … Continue reading Tom Joad, That Ain’t You?
“You Can't Go Home Again,” is a novel by Thomas Wolfe published posthumously in 1940. I cannot help but think of that title and apply it to my situation now. Only the third day out and I have realized that the life of a vagabond, bum, or what have you – isn’t as it was … Continue reading There’s this Change
It’s a slight hole-in-the-wall diner, standing alone in a partially graveled and partially asphalted driveway and parking lot. My wife and I have eaten there on occasion while visiting Sacramento. Good food as I recall. And I’m certain my memory is correct as the delicious odor of cooking wafts through the air. It was behind … Continue reading Behind Eppies
The smell of burnt diesel, trapped under the overhang of the bus station and caught in the chilled night air stung my nostrils. We few passenger’s stood ready to board the Greyhound, with fewer loved ones to offer goodbyes, towards the Bay Area. The plan, which I held loosely in my head, was to travel … Continue reading Goodbye, Kerouac