My dear friend Leslie plays bells at her church. Walking my dogs this morning, thinking of Leslie and her bells, caused me to come up with this rhyme. That’s usually how it works with me. Walking or driving or riding my bicycle is when I often make stuff up.
It had been raining all week, and a very bored Jake was stuck inside. With Brother BudPie, his tall, lean, muscular but not totally ripped roomie, down in the tropics, selling a load of space heaters, Jake found himself all alone. Going outside to play was not an option. Everyone knows that no matter howContinue reading “Jake and the Scary Movie”
One time, not so long ago, and pretty far from here, there was a little snake named Jake. And today, Jake was an excited snake indeed. He was going to visit his very best friend Lemon Lady. Brother BudPie, Jake’s ruggedly handsome human, was going to be gone all summer, on a business trip. BrotherContinue reading “Jake’s Vacation”
I was in the sixth grade before it dawned on me that girls might have other purposes aside from being utility ball targets. The realization wasn’t something that came creeping up on little cat feet, more like a blow between the eyes with one of those same utility balls. She was in the fifth gradeContinue reading “My First Girlfriend”
As children, we spent a considerable amount of time down by the river. Exploring along its banks, we would find arrowheads and other evidence of encampments by the indigenous people of an earlier time. With the raisings of the Rock Island Dam, most if not all of those areas are now submerged. One of theContinue reading “Spearfishing”
There was a place in my hometown of Rock Island, Washington, where we gathered on hot summer days, when we weren’t playing baseball. Though we played baseball nearly every day, even youngsters sometimes need a little R&R. On those occasions, we would meet up at The Pit. It sounds kind of ominous, but it wasContinue reading “The Pit”
Fast forward a few years… Someone had been filching Susan’s lemon cookies. She always knew exactly how many she had at any given time, and of late, they had been mysteriously vanishing. The larcenous lemon lout had tried to cover up his cookie crimes by rearranging the sugar free, non-artificial sweetener, nuggets of lemon lusciousness.Continue reading “Snoozin’ Susan and the Lemon Cookie Caper”
For some reason, while walking my dogs the other day, my thoughts were drawn to the flawed paradox of the irresistible force and the immovable object. What would happen should they meet? And what if, instead of physical bodies, they were emotions? The force of hope Beyond compare Collides with objects Of despair Cataclysm OnContinue reading “Irresistible Immovable”