today i am tired why am i tired when i slept pretty good even though when i woke up in the morning, i was still groggy then it could be that i am tired of being tired if there’s such a thing as being tired of being tired oh well at least i am whileContinue reading “okay so”
word x six equals 6 words
writing whatever you write, is therapeutic
lazy ass day, it feels great.
saturday morning. black coffee. digital crosswords.
four months done. eight to go.
its Sunday, but there’s no sun
a beautiful day to be outside
life in a nutshell? that’s really packing it in.
relax … just go with the flow.
sunny. warmer. trees are getting greener.
spring is taking a momentary vacation
seagulls circling above. looking for food.
I write stuff…so…this is what I do. ..and…it happy to do it.
a new day. a normal life.
drab. dark. gloomy. shitty. crappy day.
she’s all sunshine, bouyancy and giggles.
3:00 a.m. in the Eastern Time Zone is dark, possible moon shining, and stars, not so many with all the light pollution, in the cities. To go along with the darkness, is silence, not 100% but close enough. And most people are sound asleep, and missing the all the goodness that 3:00 a.m. brings toContinue reading “3:00 A.M. thoughts”
Sun is shining. Birds are happy.
the words regurgitate from the brain, down into the spine, then down through both arms straight on to the fingers on both hands, in which they do their diligent job of typing the words, which have flown freely from its beginning of its journey. voila! the job is completed. the story is written.
just read my horoscope (Aquarius), and it said I will not see eye-to-eye with family, friends and relative. conversations can be rancorous, and one sided. best to keep a tight lip, and let the time of day move on.
Since the old gray matter, aka the brain, seems to have gone on vacation. Its drawing blanks, so can’t come up with a scintilla of an idea of what to say, write, type, whatever. How long its going to be away, is anybody’s guess. Just don’t expect any postcards from it, saying wish you wereContinue reading “Write Something”
I’ve been wondering if anything exciting, bad or both happened in London, England, at 3:00 a.m.. GMT. Are there people up and about, and what were they doing, probably some things not wanting to know about.
Sunday morning. Somewhat awake. Need coffee.
Sunday silence. Sunday sun. Sunday serenity.
Better to write it right, and/or writes it write.
Naked trees. Crows cawing. Blue sky.
A hot and humid night in the city. People without a/c, having a hard time trying to get any sleep. Some of them choose to go outside, sitting on the stoops at 3:00 a.m. They see there are quite a few of their fellow citizens, doing the same thing. Talking and watching the few carsContinue reading “3:00 A.M. ~ Quick Fiction”
Funny how shit may sometimes happen at 3:00 a.m.
It’s a feeling Tom relishes in life. Driving on the interstate at 3:00 a.m. He loves the freedom of the open road, considering he is one of the few cars, along with the tractor trailers, doing the long haul. When he is cruising at the set speed control, he pops in one of his favoriteContinue reading “3:00 A.M. ~ Short Fiction”
Strong winds. Power outages. Nature’s doing.
Doing meditation atop a snow pile.
The strong gusts of wind woke Joann from a sound sleep. She peered at the clock, and it was exactly 3:00 a.m. She got out of bed, and the hardwood floor felt cold. She checked the thermostat, and it was 63 degrees. She turned on the heat, went the bathroom to do her business, andContinue reading “3:00 A.M. ~ Short Fiction”
Drumming my fingers on the table. Waiting for the new normal to arrive.
A brand new month is upon us. March, which has 31 days, means there are 31 3:00 a.m.s. Anything may or will happen at that early hour of the morning. Its a wait and see, or beware of the unknown.
She’s 88 years old, and she is by all means peaches and cream, with a dollop of whip cream on top.
Even though it is still winter, spring cleaning has begun.
Into the void. No exit found.
It was one those nights, Ned was tossing and turning, and restless. He looked at the alarm clock, and it read 3:00 a.m. He decided to get up, put his clothes on, grabbed his keys and cigarettes, and went for a walk. The air was warm, and the stars were shining. It felt good toContinue reading “3:00 A.M. – Short Fiction”
The village square is for the most of the time, relatively dead, that you can hear a pin drop on the steel grating. But on this early morning hour at 3:00 a.m., accompanied by a full moon, and a few scattered clouds creeping by, something odd was happening. There were a pack of dogs chasingContinue reading “3:00 A.M. The Village Square -Short Fiction”
Life’s short. Make the best of it.
High on life is all good.
A late winter storm, dumping copious amounts of snow on the streets and avenues, in the downtown area. Its 3:00 a.m., not a soul to be seen venturing in the deepening snow. Even the plows are having a hard time keeping the roads cleared. The only places that are still open, are a 24 hourContinue reading “3:00 A.M. Downtown – Short Fiction”
Every morning, at 3:00 a.m., you will find an elderly gentleman, sitting in his favorite booth, having a cup of coffee. He has been patronizing this certain coffee shop, since he retired many years ago from the book editing job, that he had for over 35 years. He usually is the only one there, andContinue reading “3:00 A.M. – A Short Story”
Let’s get along, for no other reason than to get along.
Lazy day. Idling by. Forward moving.
Orbiting the sun for 72 years plus. An experience of many dimensions.
Lack of thoughts. Mind’s on vacation.
Gloomy weather casts a weary face.
So… here I sit, doing nothing.
Life: it is what it is.
Keeping the beat. Life is grand.
He’s dancing to the music in his head.
Walking on eggshells. An uncomfortable feeling.
I am I. You are you.
So today, I did a load of laundry. Just one of many of life’s rituals.
Plodding along like an old ox.
No coffee. No reason staying awake.
Sunday, we got quite a bit of snow. Tuesday, more snow is on the way. Possible 3-5 inches is on tap. Hopefully, I’ll get a walk or two in, as I do like walking in it, as long as it is not windy and blowing in my face. That makes it a miserable time… wellContinue reading “More Snow”
Late Sunday morning. Snowflakes descending gracefully.
Power naps. Recharges the low batteries.
Snow, wind, ice. A perfect trifecta.
Brain freeze. Brain cramp. Warped mind.
Eat, drink, and sleep. Repetitive rituals.
Its February. Its snowing. Its wonderful.
Soon, better days are coming. Maybe.
Today is one of those days, that I can’t seem to get myself motivated to do anything. Maybe its good thing, and let the idle body’s batteries recharge, then I will be good to go.
Cold. Not record cold. Just cold!
What is the big deal with putting ketchup on scrambled eggs? I’ll admit that I will put it on. It all depends on how much I really want ketchup or not. But, I do love black pepper on my eggs.
The wind tells a unique tale.
Kicking back. Relaxed. Long day, done.
Read a book. Nourishing mind food.
Gazing into space. Contemplating what if.
President Joe Biden wears a $10,000 Rolex watch. Some people on the right are making a big deal of it. Me personally, I really don’t give a fuck what he wears. Give me a break.
Windy and cold Wind chill factors Its January Its winter This is what its all about
The canary is tweeting his songs.
Its 4:24 PM, all is good.
Change is good, replied the cashier.
Four years of whatever you want to call it, soon will be just a distant memory. History will not treat it kindly.
1/20/2021. The end is in sight.
Did you hear? No I didn’t.
Yesterday was the old norm. Today, the new one. Tomorrow?
Slip, sliding, spinning on the ice.
Pouring rain. Walking outdoors on standby.
New day. New challenges, or not.
Beautiful day to kick back. Yep!
New year. New month. New day.
Brand new day. Same old shit.
Sunday frame of mind. All good.
2020 finished. Time to move on.
Yesterday’s rain washed the snow away.
“We need to write because so many of our stories are not being heard. Where could they be heard in this era of fear and media monopolies? Writing allows us to transform what has happened to us and to fight back against what’s hurting us. While not everyone is an author, everyone is a writerContinue reading “We Need To Write”
“Read widely, and without apology. Read what you want to read, not what someone tells you you should read.” ~ Joyce Carol Oates
The entire cast of know-it-all, know nothing so-called leaders of the free world, are all aboard an all expenses gladfully paid for, at the taxpayers expense, a non-returnable flight, on the spaceship emptiness. It is heading straight on into the void, and will never be heard from again.
All I need is a sheet of paper and something to write with, and then I can turn the world upside down. Friedrich Nietzsche