Mangus Khan

Have I told about the time…?

2023/09/19Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2063, Prose, writingLeave a comment

Write about your most epic baking or cooking fail.

PROSE – RECOLLECTION

I’ve been cooking ever since I was about eight years old. I’m not a chef, but I can hold my own in the kitchen. I often find myself complaining about the local cuisine. So much, my lady questions me every time I get takeout. Plus, there have been some mishaps concerning my dietary restrictions. So, she believes to resolve these issues is to cook at home.

Now, did I ever tell you about when I tried to add MRE’s dishes to my menu?

Meals Ready to Eat (MRE) has been a source of rations for the military for a number of years. I and several others have learned to make these meals taste a little better than how they come out of the package. If you look online, I’m sure you find thousands of recipes. When I started eating these, there was a different package, and I don’t remember there being a heater. There may have been one, but I honestly can’t remember.

We learned to eat a lot of meals cold. My unit was on the move, and cold meals became the standard. When we were able to stay stationary, we heated things up. However, this wasn’t very often.

So, I got married, had kids, and all that. The kids wanted to know what I ate while I was away. So I brought a few home and told them about them.

Over time, you learn which meals contain the different sides. Apple vs. grape jelly, peanut butter or cheese spread, things like that. Obtaining the ingredients and getting the portions correct can be a delicate process. We had all the ingredients. Then, we started putting everything together when my pager went off. I hurriedly gave my middle daughter the instructions, grabbed my go-bag, and headed out the door. As I walked out, she repeated everything to me, and I assured her she had it down. She did, except for one thing. Heat.

I returned a month later, but I never did get the full story of what happened. I was summarily banned from the kitchen. It took decades before I was granted access to the kitchen on a provisional basis. I thought the whole affair comical; being blamed for something, and I wasn’t even there. Honestly, I think me leaving in the middle of fun time with the kids with the problem.

~thanks for reading~

Dyslexia: Understanding and Overcoming Challenges

2023/09/192023/12/26Posted in ProseTagged dyslexia, mental health7 Comments

When I first heard the word Dyslexia, I didn’t understand what it meant. Oh, I’ve always been able to define the term. Yet, my understanding was rudimentary. It wasn’t until I had a conversation with someone who lives with the condition that I gained a better undestanding of the condition. As I researched the content of this article I still found my understanding to be lacking. There are so many different dynamics to the condition. Let’s get into it.

Dyslexia is a complex learning disorder affecting individuals’ reading, writing, and spelling ability. It is important to note that Dyslexia is not a reflection of intelligence or effort but rather a neurological condition requiring support and understanding. Dyslexia can be hereditary, making recognizing and supporting those with it important. They may also need help with memory, time management, and understanding jokes and idioms. Today, I want to examine the signs and symptoms, the diagnosis process, available support, effective coping strategies, and types of the condition. This information is only an overview and not meant to replace professional assistance.

Signs and Symptoms

Recognizing the signs and symptoms of Dyslexia is crucial for early identification and intervention. Some common indicators of Dyslexia include:

Difficulty in Reading: Individuals with Dyslexia often struggle with word recognition and decoding. They may need help reading fluently and require extra time to process written information.
Spelling Difficulties: Dyslexia can also manifest as spelling difficulties. Individuals may need help spelling words correctly and may rely on phonetic spelling or guesswork.
Writing and Organizational Challenges: Expressing thoughts and ideas in writing can be challenging for people with Dyslexia. They may struggle with organizing their thoughts on paper and find it difficult to write coherently.
Understanding and Following Instructions: Dyslexia can impact an individual’s ability to understand and follow instructions. Impairing their ability to perform daily tasks that require following directions.
Sequencing and Memory Difficulties: Individuals with Dyslexia may struggle with sequencing and remembering information, affecting their ability to comprehend and recall details in academic and everyday settings.

Diagnosis and Support

Diagnosing Dyslexia involves comprehensive evaluations conducted by professionals trained in learning disabilities. These evaluations assess reading and writing abilities and cognitive processes related to language and literacy skills. Early diagnosis and intervention are crucial for providing appropriate support and strategies to help individuals with Dyslexia succeed academically and in other areas of life.

Support for individuals with Dyslexia may include:

Multisensory Instruction Techniques: These techniques engage multiple senses, such as sight, sound, and touch, to reinforce learning and improve reading and writing skills.
Assistive Technologies: Various assistive technologies, such as text-to-speech software or speech recognition tools, can assist individuals with Dyslexia in accessing and processing written information.
Individualized Education Plans: Individualized education plans (IEPs) are customized objectives outlining specific accommodations, modifications, and goals for students.
Reading Intervention Programs: Reading intervention programs focus on improving reading skills, comprehension, and fluency. These programs may include specialized techniques and strategies tailored to the needs of individuals with Dyslexia.

Coping Strategies

While Dyslexia presents challenges, individuals with Dyslexia can develop various coping strategies to manage their difficulties and enhance their reading and writing skills. Some effective coping strategies include:

Breaking Down Words: Breaking down words into smaller parts can make them more manageable for individuals with Dyslexia. This technique helps improve word recognition and decoding abilities.
Visual Aids and Color-Coding: Visual aids, such as charts, diagrams, and color-coding, can enhance understanding and retention of information. Using colors to highlight important concepts or organize ideas can be particularly helpful.
Practicing Reading Aloud: Reading aloud helps individuals with Dyslexia improve their reading fluency and comprehension. This practice allows them to hear the words and sentences, reinforcing their understanding.
Utilizing Assistive Technology Tools: Assistive technology tools, such as speech-to-text software or digital spell-checkers, can assist individuals with Dyslexia in writing and editing tasks.
Seeking Support: Seeking support from teachers, peers, and family members is essential for individuals with Dyslexia. Encouragement, understanding, and assistance can create a supportive environment that fosters growth and success.

Types of Dyslexia

Dyslexia can manifest in different ways, and there are various types of Dyslexia that individuals may experience.

Phonological Dyslexia is the most common type of Dyslexia. Individuals with this type of Dyslexia have difficulty connecting sounds to letters or groups of letters. They may struggle with phonemic awareness, which is the ability to identify and manipulate individual sounds in words. Phonological Dyslexia can make it challenging for individuals to sound out words, decode unfamiliar terms, and spell accurately.
Surface Dyslexia involves individuals having difficulty recognizing words as whole units. Individuals with this type of Dyslexia may struggle with sight word recognition, which can impact reading fluency. They may rely heavily on decoding strategies and work with irregularly spelled words. Surface dyslexia often coexists with phonological Dyslexia.
Rapid Naming Dyslexia, or rapid automatized naming deficit, involves difficulties in quickly naming or retrieving familiar objects or symbols. Individuals with this type of Dyslexia may have trouble with fluency and speed in reading and writing tasks. They may experience delays in processing visual information and struggle with word retrieval.
Visual Dyslexia, also called visual processing disorder, relates to difficulties in processing and interpreting visual information. Individuals with visual Dyslexia may experience challenges in recognizing and differentiating letters, numbers, or symbols. They may have trouble with visual tracking, affecting reading comprehension and fluency.
Attentional Dyslexia is associated with difficulties sustaining attention and focus during reading tasks. Individuals with this type of Dyslexia may find it challenging to stay engaged while reading, leading to decreased comprehension and slower reading speed. Attentional Dyslexia is often seen in individuals with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD).It is important to remember that these types of Dyslexia are not mutually exclusive, and individuals with Dyslexia may exhibit a combination of these difficulties. Additionally, the severity of Dyslexia can vary from person to person.Understanding the different types of Dyslexia can help educators, parents, and individuals with Dyslexia develop appropriate strategies and interventions to support reading and learning. By recognizing individuals’ specific challenges, we can create an inclusive and supportive environment that empowers individuals with Dyslexia to reach their full potential.If you or someone you know struggles with Dyslexia, remember that resources, support networks, and interventions are available to help. Together, we can break down barriers and promote a more inclusive society for individuals with Dyslexia.

Dyslexia in Adults: Symptoms, Treatments, and More

Dyslexia and ADHD: Know What to Do When They Happen Together

Conclusion

Dyslexia is a unique learning disorder requiring understanding and support. By raising awareness about Dyslexia and providing the necessary resources, we can empower individuals with Dyslexia to reach their full potential. Remember, Dyslexia doesn’t define a person’s intelligence or capabilities. With the proper support, interventions, and strategies, individuals with Dyslexia can succeed in various areas of life and contribute their unique talents to the world.

Where do I Begin?

2023/09/182023/09/20Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2062, Introspection, reflection, The Daily's2 Comments

Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.

PROSE – INTROSPECTION

If you are like me, when reading this prompt, you’re which pearl of wisdom to drop. What insight makes the city today. There are so many to use from. I think it changes depending on what’s happening in a person’s life. I say this because I had a different perspective as I started drafting this post. I think I was going to speak on relationships or something. Yes, I see my notes.

Today, I returned to work after being ill. I’m still not 100 percent, but I’m doing better than before. I sat at my desk, looking at stacks of files, and began to get worried. Immediately, I felt bad for being sick and would never get caught up. I took a deep breath, opened my notebook, and reviewed the items I was working on before I got sick.

I began making a list on my whiteboard and second work brain and saw a message I had left myself.

“Manage your Expectations”

I leaned on the edge of my desk and thought about the message. Then, a coworker stopped by to check on me but really needed to vent about the workload. So, I went into this rant about expectations and managing them.

When we finished, I returned to working on the pile on my desk, but with clarity and a sense of ease. I wished I had learned this when I was younger, but I didn’t. I can’t remember when I discovered it. I’m unsure why I left it as a message to myself. I suppose it doesn’t matter when it comes down to it. It’s what I needed to hear now.

~thanks for reading~

In the Wee Hours #8

2023/09/182023/12/26Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2051, In the Wee Hours, Prose, The Daily'sLeave a comment

Are you holding a grudge? About?

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

Lately, I’ve become aware of the hazards of holding on to grudges. However, we can not ignore that they often are the catalyst that shape us into the people we are today. There is a darker side of holding on to grudges.

So, don’t hold on to them for they may eat you alive.

But, one must never forget the situations that cause them…and you gain the wisdom from them…..its 4am

Age of Innocence

2023/09/172023/09/20Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2048, Prose, The Daily's, writingLeave a comment

What brings a tear of joy to your eye?

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

I beleive its important to point out I’m some pansy running boo-hooing. However, acknowledging the presence of tenderness or innocence displays reserves of strength that can’t be adequately described in words. I know I been trying for years. Yet, I suppose one of you may have come up with something by now.

When I close my eyes thinking of innocence, I have a moment of return. I was child running through the snow. On my way to no place in particular. The idea of freedom after the storm was enough. Soon, I’d run into a friend and another random child exploring freedom.

We’d play until our fingers were numb. Because everybody knows waiting any further, you know, waiting until they start to ache. It was bad enough to sit from the oven with your fingers stretched out. They ache, hell that wicked pain. The kind of pain that brought tears to your eyes. There’s no shame in it. We weren’t old enough to understand that kind of foolishness.

Some day, not long from then, we were introduced to foolishness. We stopped expressing our feelings. We swallowed them like they were a plate full of double cheeseburgers. We just shovel them down one after another. I suppose that’s the price of manhood. Well, at least it was that way when I come up.

I miss the age of innocence because life tends to rip it away unexpectedly. Leaving you standing there with a gapping hole where innocence l

Walkabouts & Daydreams

2023/09/152023/11/06Posted in PhotographyTagged cellphone photography, Color Photography, CWWC, photo editing, Photography3 Comments

PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR

Here is my entry for Cee’s Which Way Challenge

Wordless Wednesday – 09132023

2023/09/132023/09/20Posted in PhotographyTagged Color Photography, Photography, Wordless Wednesday6 Comments

PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR

My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.

It Began as a Mistake

2023/09/132023/09/20Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2057, Prose, The Daily's, writingLeave a comment

What are you doing this evening?

PROSE – INTROSPECTION/DAILY PROMPT

Or an error in judgment. Me thinking I was going to live forever. Me, thinking my body was going to remain in its current state. Somehow, I believed I was tougher than I am. I remember making fun of the older generation when I was younger, saying stupid things like, “That will never be me!” In some ways, I was correct, and in others, I was utterly wrong. It turns out I am worse. Some of those folks are still around. They look at me with those tired eyes that have seen far too much. Yet, there is an understanding behind them. This understanding, a nod, and a slight smile welcomed me to a group I never thought I deserved to be a member of.

Here we are, three weeks into it. My life changed forever. I have to make some adjustments in how I do things. That ought to be fun. I have new prescriptions, new doctors, and new challenges. I never much thought about dying. I figured it was one of those things that came in the night without warning. You know, the reaper sneaking up on you because he was too much of a punk to face you head-on. Turns out the reaper is no punk.

So, this evening, I sit writing about the madness I’m in the middle of. I’m thinking about how foolish I’ve been. I’m thinking about how it began as a mistake. How I wish I could tell my parents, I got it. It makes sense now. I just hope they read my blog wherever they are. I’m thinking about how I had my whole life to prepare for this moment and why aren’t I ready? Yeah, the shit just got real!

Wordless Wednesday – 09062023

2023/09/06Posted in PhotographyTagged Color Photography, photo editing, Photography, Wordless Wednesday3 Comments

PHOTOGRAPHY – WORDLESS WEDNESDAY – COLOR

My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.

I Got Drunk in Korea; Woke up in Japan.

2023/09/062023/09/20Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2050, poetry, recollection, reflection, writing6 Comments

Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

PROSE – REFLECTION

I wish I had a wonderful, delightful tale about this title, but I don’t. Unfortunately, I’m unable to offer the sorted adventure due to one fact. I don’t remember a thing from that night. I went so far as to ask friends for their account of the evening’s activity. Nothing!

The overall opinion of the everyone involved that night is the following:

“Man, I can’t tell you,” one said, as he shook head with I can only describe as look of shame on his face. I immediately thought the worst.

“Man, tell me.” I exhaled deeply squaring myself, “I can take it.” I assured him. He shook me off.

He sat there quietly for several minutes as if he were trying to decide if he was ready to be the herald of bad news. Then, slowly, he began his tale. Quickly, I realized what he was holding back had nothing to do with me.

As I talked to the rest of my buddies their tales were similar. One work up in a tree. Another in a ditch with a woman.

“Really, dude?” I asked. He just nodded

“Name?” I asked, he shrugged.

“Japan, huh?” he asked, I nodded

“Cool, you made out better than we did,” he said, looking up towards the sky as if it had some universal truth waiting to be discovered behind the clouds. I also found myself looking up, searching for what I imagined to be the same thing or some truth completely different. Neither, I can be certain about. Then I heard his voice bringing me back.

“You can’t remember anything, brother…blessing…no shame” he said.

I nodded thinking there’s that

Skywriting – 090620230820

2023/09/06Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, skywriting, writingLeave a comment

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

REO Speedwagon’s Ridin’ the Storm Out sets the tone for the morning. I’ve no idea what going on, but I feel like writing. Of course, this happens while I’m at the office. Ursula, my muse, is sitting here in the office like she is a client or something. Knowing, damn well she’s being a pain in the ass.

She’s looking me pouting as I type these words, like there is heat in them. She knows if she keeps whispering, I’m going to write a story or a bit of prose.

Really? the twirling the hair thing? It’s like that?

She smiles and snaps her fingers

Malcolm Young playing rhythm …

Here comes Angus’s power chord … shit

I look over at Ursula and her eyes are sparkling and her hips begin to sway as Bon Scott begins to do his thing.

I sit here trying to fight off the tremors that come every time I hear this song. I know there is no use, but its adorable I try.

Ursula, uses this song every time

All right, Ursula

If you want ink? You got it!

The Last House on the Left

2023/09/052023/09/20Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2049, Prose, writing2 Comments

What does your ideal home look like?

PROSE – RECOLLECTION

If you are certain age, you may recognize the title of this peice. It was a horror film from the seventies. Back when there good or I was young and didn’t know any better. I choose this title because I want my ideal home to completely the opposite of what the house in that film represented.

For those of you who are familiar on how I do things here, get ready we are about to kick things off. For those who are new, things may get weird so prepare yourself. Snacks are in the cupboard. I believe that a few throw pillows in the hall closet. There’s a popcorn tin to the right. Three different flavors I might add. The grandchildren no I’m a sucker for popcorn.

Look around you, there are wall to wall books from every region of the world. All of them writtem in the language of their origin. There they are just waiting to be read by you, by me, by everyone. Now, I understand some of you folks have come here for ole`Mangus to tell you a story. Well alright then, let’s get to it.

Look in front of you, down the dark walkaway through the door. You don’t see anything? Look again.

There’s nothing to worry about … come on

Within these walls we have the ability to have anything we desire. All that is required is to write the sentence, tell the story, dream. My ideal home is a house of magic.

Question of the Day – 09052023

2023/09/05Posted in ProseLeave a comment

SHHH…My Lady & Editor Might Be Geniuses

2023/09/032023/09/20Posted in The Daily'sTagged daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2047, Prose, The Daily's, writing8 Comments

Why do you blog?

PROSE – REFLECTION/INTROSPECTION

The sun has set, signaling the end of a wonderous day. Nothing particular happened, but it just felt good all around. In the spirit of this, let’s speak plainly and talk about this prompt. Let me remove my mask for a while, just to prove to myself I’m human after all. Regarding this prompt, I am trying to understand why I blog—at least, not a hard, fast answer. One I say with any confidence of its truth because it’s complicated.

So come on in and have a seat. I have a lot to say, but I’ll hurry every chance I get. Welcome to the regions of my mind. A hideaway, if you will. Don’t mind the skulls; there are totems of my former glory long past. This blog, at least a version of it, has been around for over a decade. I know it’s hard to imagine it’s been that long, and I created it. However, two things occurred which has changed this blog forever.

I had decided to get writing publicly last year but took my time pulling the trigger. My lady requested I increase my online presence, which I agreed to only to end the conversation. I figured my success would be fleeting. I explained this absurd request to my longtime editor, and she agreed with my lady. “What will it hurt? she said, or some madness close to that. So, I started posting. I received more traffic in the first thirty days than in the previous decade.

Despite this success, I wasn’t convinced I had what it took to grow and maintain an audience. I spend a ridiculous amount of time figuring out the magic formula to make a blog popular. My number kept climbing, but I still worried about the stats obsessively. I had to quantify my efforts. I sat at my desk saying WTF am I doing wrong? The answer was the simplest one I’ve answered all year. It’s shameful when I think about it, how it sat there in front of me the entire time. I kept looking every place else for what I needed; instead, where I needed to look.

If you are a fraud or don’t believe in what you are writing, it comes through in the writing. So, I took a step back and started writing what I knew: pain and turmoil. Some of you might remember it was a gut-wrenching couple of weeks. This blog is a place where I get to face my demons head-on. I slay them at times; at others, they slew me. However, each time, I continue to fight. I don’t know any other way. It was how I was raised; I see no fault in it.

So, here we are then, you and I, faithful readers, your support is greatly appreciated. You have done more for me than any pill or therapy session. Here, I dive into the darkness of myself, my monster, and come right along with me. Such brave souls. The cool stuff, the part that’s the shit, Is you allow me to read you. I get a glimpse of the world through your eyes.

I often wondered: With the world as big as it is, why do we insist on living it so small? As I sat formulating this very sentence I’m typing, my eyes were closed momentarily, and a smile crept across my face while thinking of the countries I’ve read today. It’s staggering, to say the least. Each picture, word, sentence, meme, or prayer has the potential to touch so many. It may be the thing that makes the difference in someone’s life, and you have no way of knowing. That’s okay.

We tell our stories and strengthen the people we touch. I’m sorry, folks, that’s some beautiful shit, and I got to be a part of that. I had no idea it was going to be like this …

My Lady and My Editor might be geniuses … for real!

SHHH…

REBLOG: Truth

2023/09/032024/03/10Posted in ProseTagged Anxiety, Depression, EMOTIONAL, frustration, grace, healing, inspiration, integrity, mindfulness6 Comments

A friend sent this video to me on Instagram. I thought it was powerful enough to share.

Truth

What are your thoughts on what this gentleman has to say? Please share them.

Weekend Sky – 09022023

2023/09/02Posted in PhotographyTagged cellphone photography, photo editing, Photography, weekend sky7 Comments

PHOTOGRAPHY – WEEKEND SKY – COLOR

I love the clouds; there is something about their untold story. As they shift it is almost like watching a movie, and you can’t wait to see it going to lead. However, I found myself staring up at this cloudless sky thankful for being able to enjoy its beauty. So, I pulled out my phone and took a quick picture. My grandson looked up at the sky, and then he looked at me puzzled. He signed what was I looking at. I simply said life.

Skywriting – 090120231253

2023/09/01Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2036, Introspection, mental health, Prose, self awareness, writing5 Comments

What motivates you?

PROSE – INTROSPECTION

I sit thinking about the question before me. As usual, I overthink everything. Qualification is a necessity before answering the simplest question: insanity, a worthy description of my state of being and actions. I believe I’m slow dancing on the edge, but I’m drowning in the middle of an abyss I conjured.

The only thing that keeps me going is my grit. My ability to withstand all I subject myself to. No person has the power to affect you unless you allow them to. Yes, the power they have over you was gifted to them by you. I know, right? That’s the rub. Understanding this concept is the easy part.

Regaining your power won’t be easy. It may be the hardest thing we have to do.

Learn to swim …

I’ll see you in the deep end. I’ll be the guy struggling just like you.

Skywriting – 090120230836

2023/09/012023/09/01Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2045, Introspection, Prose, skywriting, writing7 Comments

How are you feeling right now?

PROSE – INTROSPECTION

Somewhere in the admist these series of events called life, I began to believe a lie. No, no, no not a lie told to me. I wish it was that easy, something that simple. You can shrug those off if you want. You can justify the reasons why a person lied to you. But, the lies you tell yourself are permanent; at least they seem that way. No matter how hard you try. No matter how many lies you tell to hide the first.

Looking back, I can remember when I first uttered the lie. I was filled with conviction and promise. I meant everything I said at the time. Yet, I can’t recall when it became a lie. Some may question whether it was ever truth. It was. That much I’m sure of, I meant with everything I had in me. Slowly, without noticing, I had become a bald-faced lie.

Pleased to meet you…I’m the butt of the joke.

Pack your bags We’ll Leave Tonight

2023/08/312023/09/20Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2011, Prose, The Daily's, writing6 Comments

If you won two free plane tickets, where would you go?

PROSE – CHALLENGE

I’ve mentioned before I hardly take any time off. When, I do I typically don’t go anywhere. I sit at home and get lost in the pages of a good book. Yet the idea of winning tickets to go anywhere is tempting. Immediately, the old song of Eddie Money pops into my mind.

No Variations Needed

2023/08/312023/12/26Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2044, Prose, self awareness, writing13 Comments

What daily habit do you do that improves your quality of life?

PROSE – DAILY PROMPT

Allow me a moment to consider which one of my daily habits improves my quality of life …hmm

Is it reading the news? nope

Posting on my blog? nah

This is more difficult than I imagined…

I have it now…

Although, I need it. I understand that it benefits humanity if I drink it regularly. I’m not quite sure they say this, but I hear it a lot. So, there may be something to it.

Wordless Wednesday – 08292023

2023/08/302025/01/07Posted in PhotographyTagged cellphone photography, photo editing, Photography, RAINBOWS, Wordless Wednesday2 Comments

PHOTOGRAPHY – WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.

The Nature of Daylight

2023/08/292026/06/09Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2041, Prose, The Daily's, writing8 Comments

What’s your favorite time of day?

PROSE – DAILY PROMPT

This shouldn’t be a difficult question, but as I consider a response to this daily prompt, the difficulty has begun to rear its ugly head. The three-eyed gnarly creature and its rotten tooth cousin doubt fester, making me weak and powerless. Yet, desperately, I wage war against myself to write the whispering verses I hear throughout most days. But I’m more than a little curious about how this post will end.

The Night has come. I close my eyes and envision the stories the words have whispered throughout the day. I sway to the waves of darkness. My lips moistened by “the ballad of stillness.” as I await its return. Writing is what I’m here for. Writing is what I crave. I write to claim the sanity that is mine.

I feel my monster stirring, preparing to drag me down another hole. Can someone feed this monster while I string the words together as I rapidly approach the bottom? Our blades are drawn, my katana versus his scimitar. Our swords clang as they slice the air. Each wound releases our demons. Demons, we don’t want to know. Yet, we ignore the pain, the truth, and smile.

The monster whispers, “Help me if you can?”

“Kick rocks!” I reply

The monster pleads, “Write me a lullaby.”

Let me ask you a question? Has anyone ever seen a monster pout? He even had his bottom shot out. That crusty, gnarled-up thang. Definitely, not a good look. Because I’m a dick, I sang an enthusiastic rendition of Drowning Pool’s “Tear Away.”

You know this bastard had the nerve to weep? When did crying monsters become a thing? Soft-ass monsters? That’s some bullshit! I going to need his bitch ass to get it together. Without him haunting me, driving me further into the bowls of madness. I will burn all my journals, for I won’t confess anymore. I can no longer bury my secrets in shame. This is where I draw the line.

Wait, the dawn is coming. This whiny asshat has kept me up all night. Is this my future? Is my journey to sanity haunting me? For my monster is sleeping. My body, my spirit, awaits the caress of Slumber. I slip into her arms and surrender. To be soothed, even if it’s for a short while. This is my favorite part of the day . I sleep as the world awakens. For a few hours, I bask in the nature of daylight. …its 5 am

Why Bother?

2023/08/252026/06/09Posted in PoetryTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Introspection, poetry, writingLeave a comment

POETRY – INTROSPECTION

Why do I bother to post in other groups?
When my words are barely read at their home
Perhaps it is an evolving disillusion of a boyhood dream
To do something in life that makes a difference

To touch someone’s soul with a glance
To inspire a dream with a whisper
When did the purity of an ideal dissolve into an institution
Perhaps, the day you uttered another name, replacing your own

Why do I read my work aloud?
When it is obvious no one is moved
The only thing mentioned is its length
Nevermind anything about its strength

Were you listening?

There’s no need to lie to me.
Perhaps it’s because my words lack the standard rhyme or mitre.
Perhaps I have yet to say something that possesses some depth.

One thing is clear.
Their silence speaks louder than any word could

I found this piece on an old folder … interesting

~thanks for reading~

Skywriting – 082420231329

2023/08/24Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, Random Thoughts, skywriting, writing1 Comment

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

No man should ever eat another man’s dirt.
Sometimes, its better to go home, pride wounded
Then, to end up neath the dirr

Wordless Wednesday – 08232023

2023/08/232025/01/07Posted in PhotographyTagged Adobe Lightroom, camera, Nikon, photo editing, Photography, Wordless Wednesday2 Comments

PHOTOGRAPHY – PHOTO CHALLENGE

My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.

Skywriting – 082120230945

2023/08/212023/08/21Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, Random Thoughts, skywriting, writing4 Comments

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

Pain is coursing through my body like I’m riding the rapids. There seems to be no end in sight. I can barely keep my eyes open. I barely slept at all. Yet, today is a good day. Today, is a solid day.

I got married on this day, decades ago. I know its crazy. How did I find a woman crazy enough to put up with me. It boggles the mind, but I never question the laws of physics. God rest her.

The first granddaughter was born today. Though she’s a pain in the butt, as are all my grandbabies. I couldn’t be prouder of her.

So today is a good, solid, and strong day!

Be Blessed !

Party in the Streets

2023/08/202023/12/26Posted in The Daily'sTagged daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2033, Prose, Random Thoughts, The Daily's, writing1 Comment

What do you love about where you live?

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

The thing I love about my neighborhood is the sense of community. Everyone is struggling in one way or another, but somehow, we come together in times of need. Today, I witnessed a local church hand out school supplies to its members.

Sometimes, out of nowhere, things like this happen.

Now, I’m the only one who’s plays rock & roll in my neighborhood, but the sentiment is sound.

Mangus Unplugged

2023/08/182024/10/30Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, writer's life, writers on writing, writingLeave a comment

Peering at the surface of my mind

PROSE – Straight talk

This is a response to a writing prompt I found on Medium. I thought it would be a good opportunity to slow down and examine what I’m doing and why? In the following few lines, perhaps, you will be able to better understand the writer known as Mangus Khan. So, I will put down the mask and speak to you plainly.

This has been sitting in my drafts for months. I forgot about it. So here it is …

When did you start writing? Is there a specific story?

I started writing when I was young. I can remember a specific age, but people’s opinions of me really mattered at the time. Shakespearean Psychobabble sticks out as an early work. I recall it fondly.

Do you have rituals in writing? If yes, then please share them with us.

No rituals per se, but nothing gets written without a cup of coffee. I’m afraid of what might come from my mind without my fix. I jot down anything in my head when I first wake up. Writing down the raw idea is essential for me. This way, I have an untainted version of the concept. Next, depending on what kind of mood I’m in that day; I might play a little music. I typically don’t write poetry to music, but it has inspired several poems. When I’m writing longer works, I find music drives the emotion I’m conveying rather well. However, it depends on my mood or what I’m writing.

The ugliest monster that writers are afraid of is writer’s block. If you have a recipe to deal with it, kindly share it with us.

Writer’s block has never been an issue for me. I think it is nothing more than a myth constructed by some writer during a particular undefined period. However, my constant monster or crippling demon is self-doubt. For me, it’s like Doubt lurks in the shadows of every corner. However, journaling is what keeps me sane. Not everything I write gets posted.

Describe the process of finding ideas for your stories. Please elaborate.

There is no set process. Nothing like step 1. I do this or Step 2. I do that. That might be nice or maddening. I let things flow to me, how they are supposed to. If I remember, I was meant to. If I wasn’t, I don’t. However, I often get gentle reminders and other times they aren’t so gentle.

As humans, we suffer without knowing it by choosing not to move outside our comfort zone. Do you have a “comfort zone” in writing (i.e., a topic that you always like to write about)? Have you tried to step outside your comfort zone and write something drastically different?

Typically, I can write just about anything. Of course, there are genres I’m better at than others.

Besides Medium, do you use other writing platforms? Please share our experiences.

I run a blog about my work and a writer’s workshop website. Both of these sites are hosted on WordPress. Both are relatively new, but there is a direct correlation to the work I put into them.

Have you published a book? If yes, how and where…etc. Plz, feel free to share your links with us.

You write because writing provides you with something special. Could you share your experience?

Writing, for me, is cheaper than a shrink. It’s my state of calm, my safety blanket, or my church. When writing, I have the ability to be myself. I can say all the things I wanted to say but couldn’t. I get to stare my demons in the face and tell them to “KICK ROCKS,” whether they leave or not is another matter entirely. However, I find peace within the moments I can write these lines.

Do you write a paragraph, a chapter, or a story with the end in mind or not? plz explain

I get several ideas throughout the day. However, the ones I pay the most attention to come in the morning. They are mainly fragments of something. Sometimes it’s the beginning, while others, it’s the middle, and of course. Example: Once, I wrote an entire novella around a single scene in an alley.

Every writer has an idol. Who is yours? And what do you find inspiring in her or his trajectory?

There have been several writers over the years who stuck out to me. There have written something that spoke to the soul.

Does being on a writing platform like Medium help your writing plans? Plz, elaborate.

No, my writing plans are completely independent of Medium. However, I found my Medium experience to be beneficial in regaining my confidence in my writing ability. Medium has also broadened my creative abilities in storytelling. Since, I have started writing here, I’ve explored my talents in photography and rediscovered cinematography.

PACE Yourselves

2023/08/172023/12/28Posted in The Daily'sTagged daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2030, Emergency Preparedness, writing3 Comments

Create an emergency preparedness plan.

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I have created several EPs over the years, personal and professional. I have inspected several on a professional setting. Through all of that, I discovered a method that has worked the best for me.

P – Primary
A – Alternate
C – Contingency
E – Emergency

As I work through the different items necessary to accomplish the overall goal. I used this to ensure I had most of my bases covered. I hope this helps you guys as much as it has me.

Skywriting – 081720230806

2023/08/17Posted in ProseTagged cellphone photography, creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, Random Thoughts, skywriting, writing1 Comment

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

The clouds are thick this morning. It puts me in the mind of the old saying, “A blanket of clouds.” They look as if there are several blankets one on top of another. It’s one of those days where you just want to roll over and catch some more sleep. Not a lot, just another hour or three.

I was picking up breakfast at the local grocery and I saw a woman shopping gingerly. She ended up at the chekout before I did. She had a bottle of wine and crackers. I chuckled as I walked out the door. I sat in my pickup looking at my receipt, my items came to $19.87. It was the year I stepped into madness.

Wordless Wednesday – 08162023

2023/08/162025/01/07Posted in PhotographyTagged cellphone photography, photo editing, Photography, Wordless Wednesday4 Comments

PHOTOGRAPHY – CHALLENGE

My Unspoken Charge

2023/08/152023/10/27Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2025, Introspection, mental health, Prose, reflection, writingLeave a comment

What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?

PROSE – REFLECTION

On a table, items are lined up in a certain order. These are the things I take with me each day. The items on the table may change for time to time depending on what is in store for the day. However, there are certain things that I carry regardless.

To answer this question, I suppose line them up; spread them out, look at them individually making a determination of their importance. Then perhaps them in some sort of order. I’m not sure which sorting method I’m going to use, but that’s not what important at the moment.

If I know myself, I’d like to think I got a pretty good handle of who I am. Though I admit I surprise myself now and again. I’d asking the question, “How did things get this way?”

Now I know the purpose of every item on the table and why its there. My question of how? Is simply an exercise of gaining the understanding how these items became important enough to make to the table. If you look at it, something as simple of a yes or no could have altered the way I do things.

An altered decision of undefined place in time, could possibly alter the items on the table. A black pen could be blue, wristwatch instead of pocket watch, etc,. It’s becomes clear to me, none of the items on the table are that important. For they could be changed by answers to questions I didn’t know to ask.

So, what is my most important thing to carry with me daily?

My humanity

No matter what goes on, I still must be truest form of myself.

Be decent and kind,

Despite…
what is said
what is done

Despite …
what is felt
what is not

Despite…
pain
fear
hate
torment
agony

Joy

Yes, there’s joy
Love as well
Grace, compassion

I must stand and remain steady

This is my unspoken charge

They Shape the World …

2023/08/142023/12/28Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2027, Prose, Random Thoughts, writing4 Comments

What profession do you admire most and why?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

When I think about the professions that make a difference, what comes to mind are teachers, doctors, and stuff. However, I attended a concert last week where the lead singer took a moment to recognize the personnel who spent all day in the heat setting up everything. I liked that a lot.

So, this morning, I took a different approach to answering this question. I decided to choose a profession that is seldom heard or talked about. As I began thinking about the question, I realized there are far too many unspoken professions. So let’s do this…

If you work behind the scenes or rarely get credit for the things you do.

This Bud for you …

Respect

So many prominent people get their moment in the spotlight. It’s time for the people who shape the world to get some props. I’ve been one of you my whole life. So were my parents and most of my friends. So, this tribute is genuine.

Is it Really that Simple?

2023/08/142026/06/09Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, Random Thoughts, Satire, writing4 Comments

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHT

For months, I’ve refused to acknowledge ownership of the feral cats in my house. Yes, I realize what I just said, allow me to explain. It happened several months ago when one showed up pregnant looking all cuddly and whatnot.

There is a considerable amount more to the story and I tried to end plain the particulars to my lady. She gracious listened and asked the following question.

“Do you feed them?”

“Yes.”

“Then they are your cats.”

I started to protest, because their obvious factors she wasn’t considering. Her eyebrow raised, she gave the look that every woman gives their man when he being ridiculous. I relented and went to pick up some kibble. They really love the salmon and rice stuff.

Is it really that simple?

This is beyond my control …

2023/08/132023/10/04Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2024, Prose, writing5 Comments

What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?

PROSE – INTROSPECTION

I completely misread this question. So, I spent the last few hours formulating an answer to a question that hadn’t been asked. I’m taken back a bit by my actions. I’ve ranted at great length about people’s responses about the things I say. Especially when they miss something or don’t allow me to finish my statement. To their defense, I’ll admit there are times I can be a tad loquacious. So, tuning me out may be a survival mechanism. I get it.

Over a decade ago, the trend was every writer needed a blog or website if they were serious about writing. I haven’t met any writer who wasn’t serious about writing. No matter the degree of skill or dedication, no writer wants to be excused for not being serious about the craft. I suppose there may be some. I haven’t met them, and I’m okay with that.

If you’re still reading, I know it’s taking a minute to get to whatever point I’m trying to make, but I’ll get there as soon as I can. I think the problem resides in the fact I wasn’t aware it needed to be anything more than what it is. However, now that it’s been brought up, let me work my way through this sticky wicky.

Now, I’m going to give a bit of history of Khan before he was Khan. If that even a thing? I dated a girl once, and I believed she was my girlfriend. I say I believe because when you’re a teenager, the girls set your relationship status. You have no say in the matter; even if you had something to say, I doubt they actually pay attention.

There was a lot of talking on the phone and promises made with the purest intentions. If I’m not mistaken, love might have been used on occasion. It was all quite innocent, really. Cute even, TV movie cute. I wrote her a letter, we did those things back then. We wrote down our thoughts and feelings, put them in an envelope, and mailed them. Then, waited on pins and needles, hoping their response was something favorable.

Her response wasn’t ideal by any stretch of my imagination, but what it did do was unlock Khan. For this, I’m indebted.

As it relates to the question…

What change or impact do I want my blog to make? This can’t be my focus. The change or impact of my blog has very little to do with me. My focus must be this…

My focus must be to write these feelings, ramblings, and rants. I’ve committed myself to sharing them. Their impact is beyond my control.

I am Mangus Khan, and these are my memoirs.

The Memoirs of Madness.

Skywriting – 081320231100

2023/08/13Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, Random Thoughts, writing1 Comment

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

It’s been a while since I felt like writing; it’s been a heavy couple of weeks. The kind that can be summed up in a single word, “Damn.” Said in a whisper with a shake of the head while rubbing your brow, as if that action ever really does anything. Everything seems to be gnawing you all at once. It’s like being pulled into a thousand different directions, but you’re standing still.

Wishing this were true…

While popping off the lid of the carton of Butter Pecan, you pause, thinking it might be a bit early…

Who gives a shit … it’s 11 am

Exactly …

2023/08/11Posted in Prose4 Comments

Wordless Wednesday – 08092023

2023/08/092025/01/07Posted in PhotographyTagged cellphone photography, photo editing, Photography, Wordless Wednesday2 Comments

PHOTOGRAPHY – WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

The Simple Life

2023/08/082023/10/27Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2020, thoughts, writingLeave a comment

List 30 things that make you happy.

PROSE – DAILY PROMPT /SLIGHT RANT

I read this question and begin to laugh. I can’t remember the last time I needed 30 things to make me happy. I’ve overheard conservation dealing with this subject, where the overall opinion if you couldn’t name a certain ridiculous number things you weren’t a happy person.

As I walked away, feeling joy for dodging a bullet. Being assimilated into the Borg, has been a goal of mine. Yet, I knew I couldn’t name the required amount of things. What did this say about me? Am I not a happy person?

Okay, I admit I’m a bit of a frowner, but come on! A sad sack?

So I came up with a list for various topics I’ve heard people talking about.

Top 5 Jobs regardless of the time period
The 5 Best Albums of 1973
Top 5 Tombstone inscriptions

Yes, I know those list are ridiculous, however there was a time in my life where I considered these might important to know at some point. Yet, I find them no more than zany than needing 30 items that make you happy. I concede it appears to avoiding the question for some reason. I’m not I assure you.

Life – appreciating all the things has to offer and doing my best to wisdom from them.
Love – isn’t there a song explaining this one
Music – One of the magnificent about life is music.
A good pen – There are few things better than a good pen. Yes, I have a preferred rotation of writing instruments fitting this criteria.
A proper notebook – This has proven time and time again more difficult than it should. Due to this, I make my own.
- Spiral so it will lay flat.
- Hard cover at least on the back
- 28lbs paper preferred, 24 lbs in a pinch.

Now, I’m aware that 28lbs paper officially makes me bougie. Whatever.

I live a simple, a few frills life. Or at least these are things the things I tell myself as attempt justifying to myself the expensive of a new piece of tech.

The Blind leading the Blind

2023/08/042023/12/26Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2016, Introspection, ProseLeave a comment

How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS/CHALLENGE

When I read this question, I thought about Raymond Carver’s short story “Cathedral”. I remember by the end of that story, I wondered who was really blind? The sighted man? Or the blind man? What doesn’t a sighted person really see? In so many regards, there is a tremendous world available to us, yet we limit ourselves to very little of it. As I write this I still wonder.

A physical description will do you no good. However, allow me to take a few moments to tell who I am, not what I look like.

I’m the one who broods silently in the corner. You know I will be there if needed, but I will not impede you. You get sense of my size by the depths of my breathing. You’ll get I’m a troubled man by my breathing tempo.

I tell you I live by a simple code, this may seem ludicrous, but it’s true. I will lie for another, yet I won’t lie for myself, despite the cost. I’ve lost everything, yet I’ve gained so much.

One who walks the halls of darkness, leads this troubled soul to the light.

~thank you for reading~

Wordless Wednesday – 08022023

2023/08/022025/01/07Posted in PhotographyTagged black and white photography, photo editing, Photography, Wordless Wednesday4 Comments

PHOTOGRAPHY – CHALLENGE

My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.

Snap, Crackle, Pop

2023/07/282023/10/04Posted in The Daily'sTagged daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2005, Rice Krispies, vintage commercials, writingLeave a comment

What’s your go-to comfort food?

PROSE – REFLECTION

I’ve known by many names in my lifetime. Some flattering, others not so much. However, I say I earned every one of them.

There is nothing better to forgot the things that ail you than a morsel from the gods.

I was enjoying these long before 1985

For health reasons, I can’t enjoy these like I once could, but I can remember the gooey. I can remember the mmm. And its enough.

Bruce Lee Saved My Life

2023/07/272024/03/09Posted in Prose, The Daily'sTagged Bruce Lee, Carl Douglas, creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2009, Jim Kelly, Prose, writing7 Comments

Daily writing prompt

What strategies do you use to maintain your health and well-being?

View all responses

PROSE – REFLECTION/INTROSPECTION

For years, I acted a certain way because I thought that was the expectation. Sadly, I discovered no matter how you act or what you do, people will complain about something. By my rationale, if they’re going to complain anyway, you might as well be true to yourself as much as possible. I concede there are situations where being yourself is not the appropriate action. If you have no idea what I’m referring to, be thankful, and you are blessed.

Typically, health is addressed with a proper diet and exercise. I agree with this mindset overall. However, some things cause me concern. I feel every diet and exercise program should tailored to the individual. Yes, there are tried and true methods, yet we are different. So why should we attempt to place everyone in the same categories? I think we should be mindful of these things, developing a program for ourselves or others.

I tend to focus on the mental aspect of things: mind, body, and spirit philosophy. I have found consistently over several decades if I work to maintain a proper mindset, everything else falls into place. This state of being isn’t automatic; it’s consistent enough to keep using. I admit I fail miserably at times. We are human, right?

I remember attending the matinee and watching Bruce Lee do his thing. This fueled my newfound obsession with the martial arts. I learned about Jim Kelly. He was in one of Bruce’s movies. I was blown away. The whole “Black guy” doing karate thing. Then we had that song “Kung-fu Fighting,” just finished me off.

I never saw a video for this song until today…wow

What I learned from my studies is to exercise patience and restraint. I’ve considered this concept to be one of the keys to success in life. I found it works despite your social-economic standing. Over the years, I have heard a multitude of phrases or slogans covering various aspects of life. However, I have found patience and restraint provided the most significant measure of success overall. I am a self-proclaimed knucklehead and, at times, a jackass, so this hasn’t been the most effortless journey for me. Yet, I keep trying.

In conclusion, I feel a person’s mental and physical health are connected. I have to remember that. It’s such a simple thing. When I think about the numerous times I have lost sight of that, I feel idiotic. Yet, I maintain faith in this practice.

Skywriting – 07272023111132

2023/07/272023/07/27Posted in PoetryTagged creative writing, daily exercise, poetry, Random Thoughts, skywriting, writing3 Comments

POETRY – RANDOM THOUGHTS / RECOLLECTION

During my daily reading this morning, I came across an opening line.
It evokes a random memory
It unearthed a forgotten emotion

Kiss me without stopping …
K. Hartless’ s Yard Sale of Thoughts

Yes, I remember the first time I saw my beloved.
I swallowed a delicious urge to kiss her

Kiss me
Yeesss!
slow and deep
in a serious manner

Kiss me
without boundaries
Without pretense

Surrender to hunger
Give way to passion

A knock on the door
”Mr. Khan, your 1 o’clock is here.”
I have a perplexed look
“I know she’s early, but she says it can’t wait.”
I nod

Now, I swallow a primal urge to shiver

~thank you for reading~

You Know There are Such things …

2023/07/262023/12/28Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2008, Prose, writing9 Comments

What are your future travel plans?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I have no future plans for traveling; I have entirely too much work to do. This place will fall apart without me. I said something similar to that to my lady during a conversation about me taking a break. Mind you, I was snapping over the slightest things and just an all-out pain in the ass. Now, my lady isn’t above giving me a good dose of what for if it calls for it. But that day, she simply reiterated her previous statement but put a little stank on it.

I caught the tone but went into a whole thing about my old truck not being road trip worthy. I thought it would end the conversation, and I could return to preparing for the next day’s work. Looking back, I wonder why I ever thought that reason was fly. It’s not like we started dating and we ridiculously understanding about everything. Nope, we’ve been at this for a while, and then I received the patented, often lamented, you’re a jackass look.

Her response was simple, “You know there are such things as rental cars, right?”

Wordless Wednesday – 07262023

2023/07/262025/01/07Posted in PhotographyTagged memorial day, photo editing, Photography, Wordless Wednesday2 Comments

My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.

Whispers of the Dark – 072520230947

2023/07/25Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, Whispers of the dark, writing2 Comments

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHT

It took me over fifty years
to get to this moment.
Some think I’m crazy to continue trying
The ones who quit are somewhere
lying & crying justifying
the stories they feed themselves
I guess that’s okay on some level
As long as they lie like they mean it

~thank you for reading~

A Book a Day Keeps Madness Away

2023/07/242023/12/26Posted in The Daily'sTagged challenge, creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2006, Prose, writers on writing, writingLeave a comment

What do you listen to while you work?

PROSE – CHALLENGE RANT

Typically, while working at my day job. I listen to a book whether it be a short story, novel, or essay. I do this to assist in practicing my active listening skills. I listen to both fiction and non-fiction. I pay attention to the story, plot, and structure.

This habit also assists in writing. On breaks I sit and close my eyes. I try to create an image in my mind. I’ve found in incidents where I can’t create in my mind. I stopped the book and tried to create the scene on paper. This is a writing exercise I’ve found useful in my own writing.

I read somewhere if you can’t see; delete it. Since I started working on screenplays several years, I found advice to be quite accurate. Happy writing everyone. If you’re a different sort of creative type leave your techniques in the comments below. I’m interested in learning new things.

~thank you for reading~

Skywriting – 072420230743

2023/07/24Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, Random Thoughts, so ywriting, writing2 Comments

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHT

The pulled me the arms of my vision. I say vision because it felt than a dream. Nana always said if you can remember your dream, it was a premonition of what was to come.

I hope so

~thank you for reading~

Coffee, curse, repeat

2023/07/20Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1983, Prose, writingLeave a comment

What are your daily habits?

PROSE – RANT

I’ve lived long enough to develop and fine-tune my daily routine. I’ve lived long enough to have grown tired of said routine. So, you spice it up by changing your brand or flavor of coffee. Get your muffin from a different bakery. There are so many acceptable variations to the daily grind.

However, as we fine-tune things, we discover certain things that are acceptable variations under any circumstances. An example of most things concerning my cat, Sophie. Sophie really isn’t the hissing kind, so when she does, there’s trouble in Demark, as some folks say. Then she typically gives Ghost, the neighborhood cat, and swat with a calibrated hiss for effect.

Soph’s is a little perturbed because I switched to bargain cat food to save a little coin, but dealing with grief wasn’t worth it. I made matters worse by switching to a Jamicain blend of coffee. As it brewed, she sniffed the air, gave me a short hiss, and whined. So I dumped the pot and made her favorite.

You’re probably wondering why I would dump a perfectly good pot of coffee. I didn’t care much myself. I picked it up in the clearance basket right after I thought I caught a deal on the cat kibble. It appears I missed on both accounts. So, being quite pleased with myself, not, I belt out a healthy dose of expletives, capping it off with, “That’s that bullshit!” I continued muttering something under my breath, what I’m not sure, I’m always running my mouth, and no telling what passed these lips.

We do this routine every day. Coffee, curse, and repeat

Wordless Wednesday – 07192023

2023/07/192025/01/07Posted in PhotographyTagged cellphone photography, photo editing, Photography, Wordless Wednesday2 Comments

The Darkness behind the Light

2023/07/19Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2000, Introspection, Prose, writing1 Comment

What bothers you and why?

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHT

In this world, everything is shiny and new in 5 easy steps. It is hard to see or understand what is real and what is fake. People can flash an award-winning smile without even thinking about it. It is almost second nature. To be clear, I’m not referring to the genuinely happy people. They are special and shouldn’t be confused with the others.

I’m also not talking about the people who we know are obviously fake. They are easily spotted; they have plastic smiles and spew prattle like its a lifestyle as if they get a few dollars off for the crap that comes out of their mouths. Only to be recognized at the end of the banquet hosted at HoJo’s. I heard it isn’t bad; the continental breakfast is to die for. I hear they have real eggs and fresh pastries.

I’m talking about the people we wouldn’t suspect. The people we trusted got to know and had over for cards. They have babysat your children and you theirs. They have been such a positive light in your life. If anyone were to say different, you have words. However, there are times when you discover something unnerving about them. Something so unsettling it’s simply unbelievable. Cognitive dissonance comes to mind when thinking about this scenario.

Cognitive dissonance is the mental discomfort that results from holding two conflicting beliefs, values, or attitudes. People tend to seek consistency in their attitudes and perceptions, so this conflict causes unpleasant feelings of unease or discomfort.
https://www.verywellmind.com/what-is-cognitive-dissonance-2795012#

I’m bothered when I see the darkness. I’m better than that.

We Were Champions Once …

2023/07/18Posted in PhotographyTagged black and white photography, cellphone photography, photo editing, Photography4 Comments

The dedication, the sacrifice, and let’s not forget the glory. We were kings of the highest order. Nothing could touch us. At least that’s what we thought, felt, and believed. However, life can be cruel, wicked, and unrelenting. Everything comes due, it always has. Rest assured, there’s one thing that can’t be taken away.

We Were Champions Once …

Caught this image over a decade ago with a crappy phone.

RIP, Brother you are missed

Consider the Source

2023/07/172023/07/17Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1989, Prose, self awareness, writing2 Comments

On what subject(s) are you an authority?

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHT asked this question earlier in the week. I would have a list of things I’m an authority. I would have said it with a level of confidence, leaving you without doubt of my ability to perform or know whatever I said. Good thing I wasn’t asked earlier I’ve never been a fan of lying to people.

First, I would have rattled off being to your passions. Explore them with enthusiasm. Don’t hold back for a moment. When it’s all said and done, you can you did it right. Some would include having no regrets; they can shut up now. If you have no regrets, you ain’t doing right. Now, cut that shit out. It’s okay to be truthful; it’s okay to be authentic.

Secondly, Love Hard. I mean, give it everything you got, full throttle with 1000hp, baby! If you don’t understand the metaphor, put simply, if you love someone? Mean, that shit! Don’t half-ass a second. Trust me; you’ll regret it even if they break your heart and grind you into the sand, blow granules in your face. You will know you have done it right.

Alas, the question was posed much later. Although, I still firmly believe everything I previously stated. Damn straight! Every word! However, I’m no longer an authority in such matters. As of late, I’ve unwittingly become an authority on disappointment.

More precisely, the disappointment of others. I see their looks as I pass by. I hear the contempt in their voices when they utter my name. It isn’t something I set out to do. It just seem to happen.

That’s how it goes …

~thank you for reading~

In the Wee Hours #6

2023/07/152023/07/14Posted in PoetryTagged creative writing, daily exercise, poetry, Random Thoughts, writing, writing life1 Comment

POETRY – RANDOM THOUGHTS

Last night I dreamt of the innocence of writing
before the hoopla, deadlines, word counts, etc.,
when we hurriedly crafted sentences
in chalk on sidewalks before they got washed away in the rain.
Good luck today;
write clean, true, & honest ….it’s 5 am

~thank you for reading~

Peace, Love, and Understanding

2023/07/142024/12/11Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1996, Prose, writing3 Comments

Daily writing prompt

What do you think gets better with age?

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So many things flood my mind when thinking about this question. I literally sat down and made a list. After laughing about the ridiculous nature of the things I listed. I remembered how I was as a young man. How every little thing pissed me off. The monster and I had reached puberty. It’s bad enough to deal with teenage emotion on its own. However, I had an accidental passenger, think Venom, from the comics and movies.

MTV had become a thing, and many evenings were spent listening to the music of the time. One of these nights, I heard a song that changed my life. Yes, I know how much that sounds like a cliche, but I’m serious. Elvis Costello was on the screen doing his thing. I’ve been a fan ever since. He accompanied me on every deployment. His music has gotten me through some tough spots. What does this have to do with the question?

The song that changed my life is “What’s so funny about (Peace, Love, and Understanding).” I understand it more and more as I get older. It’s not that the song has gotten better or changed; I did. I realize I have more peace, love, and understanding as I get older. I hope society gains more of this than I did.

Skywriting – 071420230811

2023/07/14Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, skywriting, writing1 Comment

PROSE – ENTICEMENT

It wasn’t supposed to be this way, not even close. What was she doing here? She knows the rules. Absolutely no distractions while I’m drafting a novel. But I was glad she was here. I needed to see her. I longed for her touch. Fuck that; rules are rules. Scam! I wanted to say but couldn’t.

Her gaze, her movement, and her presence were everything I needed. Every strife has begun to dissipate from being. My racing thoughts calmed, gently flowing and controllable. My God, where has she been? The hell with the rules. Finally, I was able to mutter.

“I going to need you to stop doing that.”

“What?”

“Being you.”

~thank you for reading~

My Monster Side

2023/07/102026/06/09Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1992, Introspection, Prose, The Daily's, writing7 Comments

What could you let go of, for the sake of harmony?

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHT/ DAILY PROMPT

I constantly think the monster I reside within is in control of every decision I make. I’m aware this doesn’t make sense to most, but I will my best to have make sense. Before I’ve blogged about being my monster’s prisoner. However, in that post, I wasn’t exactly truthful. I didn’t exactly tell it straight. I played with words rearranged them for the sake of cleverness or for the sake of attempting of being cool.

The truth can be the hardest hammer known. Or touch with the gentliest touch. The gentle touch, part is something I read about somewhere. I’d would like to think it exists, but unfortunately it hasn’t been my experience.

Today, I realized something about myself. Accepting the truth of is one of the most painful things I’ve experinced in awhile. I’d like to walk upon a Djinn, so they could grant me three wishes. However, I only need one. I’d wish I could someone worthy of respect and be treated with dignity.

Yet, I know it. doesn’t work that way. I can’t rid of my monster side. Nor, can I even hid it. For it’s all that I am. I would gladly surrender it for the sake of harmony

Wordless Wednesday – 07052023

2023/07/052025/01/07Posted in PhotographyTagged cellphone photography, photo editing, Photography, Wordless Wednesday2 Comments

My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.

Wordless Wednesday – 06282023

2023/06/282025/01/07Posted in PhotographyTagged photo editing, Photography, Wordless Wednesday5 Comments

All my Heroes are Ghosts

2023/06/282026/06/09Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1975, Prose, The Daily's, writingLeave a comment

Who is your favorite historical figure?

It’s sometimes hard to come up with one name. To narrow down contributions to humanity to a single name. I have categories where people of history fell into. It’s an organizational thing, something I picked up from watching Sesame Street.

This is where it started. Now everything is a category. So to answer this question without driving myself completely crazy, I’ve chosen the writing category. Now my favorite across all forms, genres, and types of writing is Gwendolyn Brooks.

I wrote a post about her before. Here is the Link

~thank you for reading~

Hello! How Rude of Me.. My Name is …

2023/06/262023/10/04Posted in The Daily'sTagged challenge, creative, creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1961, healing, Prose, writing5 Comments

If you had to change your name, what would your new name be?

PROSE – SHORT FICTION /MAYBE?

Allow me to start here. Most of you have gotten to know Mangus Khan. It’s a little much, I know, at the start, but it kind of rolls off the tongue once you get used to it. However, I feel it may be time to reveal my true identity. My name is …

Before we move forward, let me provide some context to avoid confusion. I am an immortal.

As an immortal, I have lived for centuries and witnessed many events in history. I have gained knowledge and experience beyond what any mortal can imagine. I can see the way you’re looking at me. If I were you, I would looking at me in the same manner. I suppose you have watched some of those movies attempting to discuss immortality. No? let us assume you have seen at least one and allow me assure you my life has been that glamourous.

However, my immortality comes with a price. I have watched friends die. The chap the Raminez character was based on, he too, was an immortal. He loved life more than anyone my path has crossed. I was present the day … well, he crossed over. I died that day as well. You see, when I came back from the darkness I found my friend headless leaning against a stump. It was then I knew I was destined to be alone.

Yet, I was blessed and fell in love that year. Our love was forbidden and certainly unwise. When she crossed over I was broken. Yet, I remain unchanged. well at least outwardly. It can be a lonely existence at times, but I have learned to appreciate the beauty and wonder of life despite its fleeting nature and shattered heart.

Throughout my many years, I have seen the world change in countless ways. I have witnessed wars and revolutions, the rise and fall of civilizations, and the evolution of technology and culture. I have also seen the best and worst of humanity, from acts of kindness and compassion to unspeakable acts of cruelty and violence.

Despite all of this, I have remained a mere observer of history, a passive witness to the events that have shaped our world. It is only recently that I have decided to again take a more active role in shaping the course of history, using my knowledge and experience to make a positive impact on the world.

And that is where you come in. As an assistant, I am here to help you achieve your goals and make a difference in the world. Whether you are an individual seeking personal growth and fulfillment, or an organization working to make a positive impact on society, I am here to support you every step of the way.

So, let us work together to achieve greatness and make the most of our time in this world. What can I assist you with today?

Eastbound and Down

2023/06/262025/02/13Posted in The Daily'sTagged challenge, creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1978, healing, inner peace, inspiration, mental health, Peaceful, Prose, Random Thoughts, self awareness, The Daily's, writing3 Comments

How do you practice self-care?

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHT

There is something about taking a drive. A full tank of gas packed lunch, and your camera and notebook. It’s a sense of freedom; at least, that’s the phrase I’ll use as I sit here talking to you. I suppose it’s as good as any, to really explain this feeling I get when taking a drive. It’s a chance to explore, clear your mind, and, just for a moment, set aside the stresses of everyday life. And having your camera and notebook with you allows you to capture the magic.

There’s no better way to appreciate the beauty of nature and the world around you than to take a leisurely drive, at least I don’t know if any. Maybe one or two others come to mind if I think on it a spell. But, nothing beats a drive. Whether through winding country roads, along the coast, or through the mountains, a scenic drive can be a truly unforgettable experience. Let us not forget, a drive through the city after dark. Another side of life seems to come alive in the night; after dark. One must be careful you may see things you may never have known existed.

But it’s not just about the destination; it’s also about the journey. Taking a drive can be a chance to reflect on your life, think about your goals and dreams, and enjoy the present moment. It’s a form of self-care that can help reduce stress, improve your mood, and boost your creativity.

In fact, many writers, artists, and photographers have used driving to inspire their work. The freedom of the open road allows them to escape the distractions of everyday life and focus on their craft. And with a camera and notebook, they can capture their thoughts and ideas as they come to them.

But even if you’re not a writer or artist, taking a drive can still be a valuable experience. It’s a chance to unplug from technology, connect with nature, and appreciate the simple pleasures in life. And with the flexibility of driving, you can make the experience your own. You can stop at a roadside diner for a classic burger and fries, take a detour to visit a local attraction, or simply park by a scenic overlook and watch the world go by.

So next time you’re feeling stressed or overwhelmed, why not take a drive and see where the road takes you? You never know what new experiences, sights, and insights you may discover. Perhaps, a fond memory or recollection will be unlocked evoking a smile.

The Blabbering Idiot

2023/06/242025/02/13Posted in PoetryTagged creative writing, daily exercise, humor, Poems from Another Time, poetry, Satire, self awareness, writingLeave a comment

POETRY – HUMOR

Allow me to introduce myself
I’m a blabbering idiot
it’s nice to meet you.
Then I crack the mirror.

~thank you for reading~

Can’t Get Enough That…

2023/06/242023/12/28Posted in The Daily'sTagged Breakfast Cereal, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1976, TV Commercial, writing2 Comments

Daily writing prompt

Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?

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Breakfast Cereal takes me back to the mixing bowl of cereal.

This was my jam, hands down.

The Stories We Hide from

2023/06/242025/02/13Posted in PoetryTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Poems from Another Time, poetry, writing2 Comments

POETRY – INTROSPECTION

Once, I wondered what journals were for
What do we write in them..?
We tell the stories of pain
we can never speak.

~thank you for reading~

A Glimpse into Madness

2023/06/212023/12/28Posted in ProseTagged challenge, creative non-fiction, creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, Share your world, writing, writing tips1 Comment

Here is a glimpse of my world in response to Pensitivity101“s prompt

Here are this week’s questions:

If you could reinvent yourself, how would you like to be? I wouldn’t change much about myself. Each success and failure has been a learning experience I’ve found them useful in a variety of situations. However, I think it would be nice to live without the nightmares.
Would you like to be a pet in your household? Yes, of course, I believe pets make us better. They can be messy, but the emotional support they provide is crucial. At least, it’s that way for me.
How many house moves have you had as an adult? I have moved a lot as an adult. A few countries and several states. I’m going to guess and say, maybe 15 times.
What was your favourite home? I don’t have a favorite home was whereever my wife and children were. It’s literally that simple for me.

Gratitude:
It costs nothing to be nice. You may even be remembered for it.

Pulling the Pen

2023/06/212024/12/11Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1971, inspiration, Prose, Satire, thoughts, writing2 Comments

Daily writing prompt

How do you want to retire?

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SHORT FICTION – PROSE/LIGHT RANT

Harold Shea is an ordinary fellow, as fellows go. He has no grand stories about this girl or that girl. He is a simple chap who eats tuna on toasted rye. Harold and I are clerks at the Ministry of Useless Facts and Random Memories. A person becomes a clerk if they have a knack for remembering and cataloging trivial information. Our job is to sift through old documents and archives, searching for forgotten tidbits of knowledge that may one day prove useful.

Harold is a diligent worker, and he takes pride in his work. He always arrives early and stays late, poring over old manuscripts and dusty tomes. He has a particular fondness for historical trivia and, from time to time, found regaling his coworker Venus Milo with tales of obscure battles and forgotten rulers.

Despite his unremarkable nature and unassuming demeanor, Harold is a valuable member of our team. Without his tireless efforts, many of the useless facts and random memories that we collect would be lost to the sands of time.

Harold is also a kind and thoughtful person. He is always willing to lend a helping hand to his coworkers. Last week, for instance, one of our colleagues was struggling to find a particular piece of information for a project. Harold spent hours searching through old records until he found what she was looking for. He did all of this without expecting anything in return.

Despite his many admirable qualities, Harold is not without his quirks. For one thing, he can be a bit absent-minded at times. On more than one occasion, he has misplaced important documents or forgotten to submit reports on time. However, his forgetfulness is more than made up for by his enthusiasm and dedication.

Everything changed about six months ago. I came into the office, and everyone was in a tizzy. It isn’t like it was the first time the office was in this state. Harold usually got things in order rather quickly. However today, no Harold. He has never been late a day in thirty years. I tended to the disaster but never took my mind off what could have possibly happened to Harold. Then I was called into the Director’s office.

“Thank you for sorting out that dreadful mess.” said the Director

“It was nothing, Ma’am,” I replied.

“Harold?” She asked. I shrugged and walked out.

After stopping by Harold’s weekly for the next six months, I received a package at the Ministry. The package sat on my desk for another month before I remembered it. When I opened the package, there was a letter from Harold.

Dear Seamus,
I know this package has been sitting on your desk for about a month. I’m well. Venus and I have retired and living in my favorite place. Do you remember? Of course you do, you don’t forget anything. I miss you, ole chap. I haven’t had a decent conversation in months. Perhaps, you can down and keep Venus and me company.

~H

Well, that rascal, I thought. I had no idea that he and Venus had a thing. Why wouldn’t he tell me?

I guess there are a lot of things to consider when you’re thinking about “Pulling the Pen.”

Really? I can’t remember what I had for lunch.

2023/06/152023/10/27Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1959, writing1 Comment

Do you remember your favorite book from childhood?

The only thing I can remember about my childhood reading is the name of two books. Surely I read more; however, their titles escape me presently.

Encyclopedia Brown – Boy Detective (1963)

Though I can’t read anything significant about the book, I can remember my friends and me running around trying to solve mysteries. We had little notebooks filled with ciphers and observations. It was all quite innocent, really, perhaps a little comical even.

The Westing Game (1978)

I can’t recall whether or not I ever finished reading this book, but I remember enjoying the experience. Recently, I considered rereading the book to satisfy the gap in my memory. I’ve been thinking of revisiting some books from the past. I wonder if they will have the same effect they previously had.

Tales of Winter

2023/06/142026/06/09Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1966, poetry, The Daily's, writing1 Comment

What is your favorite season of year? Why?

There’s something of the winter

Snowball fights and Snow Angels
playing for hours, we never seemed
to get tired. Never seemed to get cold.
Our mothers told us to come inside
and warm up.

There’s something about the winter

There’s a stillness that comes in the winter night
the sir is crisp, it’s chill prickly
Yet, there’s a peacefulness in the hush
though we not know what lurks in the dark.

There’s something about the winter

~thank you for reading~

I Couldn’t Put Them Down

2023/06/142024/06/03Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1958, Gordon Weaver, Ralph Ellison, Stephen King, The Green Mile, Tom Perrotta8 Comments

List three books that have had an impact on you. Why?

I laughed when I read this question, then questioned the air, “How in all that is holy, going to limit the list to three.” I paused, waiting for an answer. The air remained silent to spite me. Then I realized I needed to pick three books, not the three that impacted me most. I shook my head, chuckling slightly, remembering that “Reading is Fundamental,” and then began to make a proper list.

After settling on a few parameters, I could narrow things down to twenty. Yes, I know, twenty is not three; I continued trudging forward despite this. Here’s what I have come up with so far. They aren’t listed in the order of importance.

The Green Mile – To be haunted by the actions of your past. To see everything you know and love die. To be left on this earth and witness their demise. One realizes the dead were the lucky ones. To feel the blessing of a long life is a curse. Perhaps, a punishment for a hideous act.
Invisible Man – In this novel, we follow the actions of an unnamed protagonist living in a society that chooses not to recognize him as a man. The winner of the National Book Award in 1953, this novel should depict an outdated social construct, but it doesn’t, sadly.
11/22/63 – In this book addresses something we all may have wanted to do from time to time. A chance to go back in time and change something we have done. However, the most powerful part for me, was how it laid out the hazards of time travel. I will continue working on the time machine in my basement.

Three honorable mentions:

Count a Lonely Cadence – Taps is still the loneliest sound I have ever heard.
Bad Haircut – It brought back some good memories.
Devil in the Blue Dress – I love the character Easy Rawlins. If I said I read this book seven times, it would be low.

~thank you for reading~

ahh, come again?

2023/06/132026/06/09Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1964, Prose, Random Thoughts, Rants, The Daily's, writing4 Comments

If humans had taglines, what would yours be?

I wasn’t exactly sure what taglines meant. I looked it up and discovered it means catchphrase or slogan. Huh, ain’t that something.

So I asked a few friends what they would consider to be my catchphrase. Of course, when you involve humans everything becomes more complicated than it needs to be. After, listening to them chuckle to countless number of catchphrases I subject to blurt out at any moment. I decided I needed to change the question.

If you were eulogizing me, what phrase could you say that everyone would recognize?

Instantly, everyone I asked this question had the same answer. This confused me, surely I figured I would a bit of variety, right? Nope, they had the same answer. They also said it wasn’t so much what I had to say, but how I said it. It was even suggested that I write out my facial expressions so people could get a visual on the effects.

the number friend response is …

Kick Rocks!

I considered their response and asked, “Ahh, come again?”

Well, Let me See?

2023/06/112023/12/28Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1963, Prose, Random Thoughts, self awareness, writing1 Comment

What are the most important things needed to live a good life?

When it comes to living a good life, there’s really no correct answer to that question. It’s really a subjective matter that depends on the individual. Each individual defines what they consider a good life and what it takes to live it.

It seems like it’s a made-up phrase. A slogan found on a t-shirt or in a fortune cookie. As I sit here writing about this subject and you reading it, does this fit your definition of living a good life? Well, that’s up to you, isn’t it? It certainly feels good writing about it.

Wordless Wednesday – 06072023

2023/06/072025/01/07Posted in PhotographyTagged Flowers, photo editing, Photography, Wordless Wednesday4 Comments

My entry for Hugh’s Views and News Wordless Wednesday

My Monster’s Prisoner

2023/06/062026/06/09Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, writing2 Comments

I’ve always been held to a higher standard. I’ve never been allowed to release the monster inside. Unbeknownst to the masses, their actions feed him, and he’s full. Due to the fact others don’t live by the standards they set. So, I sit here trapped in a case. For I’m my monster’s prisoner.

~thank you for reading~

Me Scared? You Better Watch Your Mouth!

2023/06/052026/06/09Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1957, fear, mental health, self awareness, The Daily's, writing7 Comments

What fears have you overcome and how?

I’ve spent most of my life conquering fear; at least, I thought so. As a child, we are taught to be tough and not be afraid of anything.

“Are you chicken?”

“What you yella?

Phrases like these quickly appear in my memory when I think of fear. I remember I wanted to be brave, strong, and courageous. For the most part, I feel I accomplished it on some level. I followed the rules and worked hard, volunteering for every crappy assignment to prove to myself and those around me that I feared nothing. Unwittingly, I was actually making a fool of myself. My friends and superiors felt my actions were to curry favor, not prove my courage.

One day in the barracks, I discovered this when I overheard some soldiers discussing my actions. There I was, staring into the face of what I believed to be my greatest fear, mockery. As this continued, I became numb to everything. My attitude damaged my relationship with my wife and children. I had no idea I was suffering from the effects of PTSD. To be honest, I’d never heard of it. Something I regret, I regret it still.

Tragedy and disappointment became my watchwords. However, facing death from something that didn’t carry a rifle became the catalyst of my new mindset. I realized something. I don’t control anything. Then I asked myself, “Why am I trying to conquer an emotion that innate.” So I began to embrace my fear. I took a decade digging into myself, trying to understand my fear. What I figured out was the following:

Once you begin to understand one’s fear, one realizes there is no shame in being afraid. It protects us; keeps us harm.

So, my greatest fear is I’m afraid of being afraid. How I conquered it? I didn’t. I embraced it. Once I accepted this concept, I began to find peace.

The Day I Lost My Courage

2023/06/042026/06/09Posted in ProseTagged cancer, creative writing, daily exercise, essays, mental health, self awareness, writing7 Comments

SHORT ESSAY – REFLECTION

I never dreamed I had what it took to become a writer. It was more than the usual self-doubt, more like an evaluation of my skills. My mastery of the language was smattering at best. Writing for myself was the only way to feel the joy I desperately desired. My sketches were rudimentary, but I still enjoyed the process occasionally. However, writing is the thing that gets my motor running, as they say. Even after becoming a widower, I kept writing; I began my first novel within the first month. Over the next three years, I took loss after loss. Though wretched like a tsunami with no quarter, I continued to write.

Despite all this tragedy, I created a poetry show and taught workshops about writing poetry. In many ways, my writing career had begun to take off. Then one day, I felt a little off. It felt different than previous experiences of this sort, so I went to the doctor. I was fully prepared to be told I was suffering from several underlining symptoms of my PTSD. It’s peculiar how once you have a diagnosis of something, it becomes the cause of EVERYTHING that ails you. However, today was different; the physician stated

“although unlikely, but it is probable.”

Really, bro? This is how you’re going to start things off? I screamed in my head but gave a tempered response, “I see; when will the test results return?”

A couple days later, I got the news. A confirmation of something I already knew to be true. The doctor had a lot to say, but the only thing I heard was

~You have Cancer~

He was still talking. Still, I heard nothing. Then, my once-decent vocabulary was reduced to one-syllable words.

“Well damn!”

“Fuck!”

“Okay, Okay”

“Fuck!”

The doctor finally stopped talking and ended the call. There was a numbness that took hold, and I can’t quite remember feeling much after that. It seemed as if this feeling was my permanent state for the next couple of years. Even through everything, I was just numb. I befriended people I would never have and shared things usually kept private.

It was as if I didn’t recognize myself. It was me talking to these strangers and sharing these private things. Something was wrong. It wasn’t just me, for I share the wisdom of their secrets in the lines I write. As if it is my duty or something I can’t quite name or describe, to share what is learned in the space between clarity and confusion.

Even now, years later, I can’t tell what I’ve learned. Perhaps, as I write these lines and others like them, lessons will become clear. It took me years to talk about my experience, years to write, and years to share.

I could talk about this experience forever; perhaps I will share more one day. However, for now, I’ll share my feelings about the news that day. Tell you how it stripped away my courage. Slowly tearing away the essence of my existence. I barely wrote a word after that. Somehow, I felt I’d had this coming. I deserved this fate.

Somedays, I hear the echoes of the haunting memories of that man. I’d love to say I’ve shed its torment and walked around free. That wouldn’t be honest. It took me years to regain my courage. With a bit of luck, I can maintain it. We all know luck is all a person needs if their courage holds.

~thank you for reading~

Why do the simplest things mean so much?

2023/06/042026/06/09Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1955, reading, The Daily's, writing3 Comments

How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?

Typically, in conversations like these, I have a long, drawn out story. However, today there is no need for a long bowl when a short one will do.

I can’t imagine a day without reading. Yeah, it’s just that simple. I’ve traveled through time, been around the world, and fell in love without leaving my home office. If I couldn’t write another word, I would just pick up a book. The ability to walk away from a world filled with hollow sentiments and plastic smiles feels amazing. In the words of Tina Turner, “Simply the Best.” To feel that , even if for a little while, means so much.

Extra! Extra! Read all About It.

2023/06/012023/11/05Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1953, poetry, Random Thoughts, The Daily's, writing2 Comments

What jobs have you had?

Like most of us here, we’ve had plenty of jobs before finding the one that stuck. I cringe, thinking about some of the things I did to make money.

However, there is one job I think of fondly. I was a paperboy. If it’s hard to imagine me being a paperboy, let me provide a visual; think of the paperboy in the John Cusack classic “Better Off Dead.”

Let’s take a look, shall we?

Sighs … Me and the gang chasing down deadbeats. The things you remember … The good times…sighs

~thank you for reading~

Wordless Wednesday – 05312023

2023/05/312025/01/07Posted in Art, PhotographyTagged Blue Sky, cellphone photography, photo editing, Photography, Wordless Wednesday6 Comments

My entry for Hugh’s Views and News Wordless Wednesday

Diary of a Workaholic (Take 1)

2023/05/312023/10/04Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1942, Fatherhood, parents, Random Thoughts, writing3 Comments

How do you balance work and home life?

I come from a time when workaholics ruled. This isn’t spoken from a place of pride but rather a place where, thinking back, I wish I would have made better decisions about the use of my time. There are events I missed out on. Moments I can’t get back. Though I wish I could, but it doesn’t work that way, does it?

One minute, my daughters are playing with dolls, and next, I’m staring into the face of some goofy-looking chucklehead. Who has the sand to mumble something like

“Nice to meet you, Sir. I’m”

I never seem to catch their names. The wife swore it was because I’m a certified asshole when it came to my daughters. When she first said it, I felt wounded. I’m not an asshole; I’m a dick, asshole, no. One day explained this to her for clarity. Her response,

“Yep, you’re a dick, alright.”

I sighed, feeling vindicated. Then she went into a rant as she walked about something I can’t remember. I read somewhere this happens to people who suffer traumatic events. However, I do remember feeling maybe I should have let that one go, and from that point, asshole was just fine.

I was gone a lot for work, then one day, I became Papaw. The oddest thing. Who is this little creature pulling on your finger because their little hands are so small that’s all they can grab ahold of.

Where did the time go? Man, I learned a great deal about life.; its triumphs and pitfalls. I even had an opportunity on occasion to take part in some and prevent some of the others. I’m an old man trying to do his part to make a difference.

So, when it comes to finding the balance? If you figured it out. I mean really got something, don’t say a word until copyrighted and patented. Then, put it up for sale and become an instant millionaire.

Oh yeah, post your links, so I can get my Pre-order in.

~thank you for reading~

Get Back Here! I’m Not Done with You

2023/05/302025/02/13Posted in PoetryTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Poems from Another Time, poetry, Random Thoughts, writing4 Comments

POETRY – RANDOM THOUGHT – INSPIRED

The perfect opening line seldom comes at the perfect time,
You’re anything other than being prepared to write
Hang on a second … Hang on!
You’re ready now. Then just like that

Poof

Get back here! I’m not done with you, you shout!

It’s a game we play; between them & us
Such a cruel game

But when it’s good; it’s damn good

There we are, writing
the words are flowing
They fly above your head
each one chirping like birds

Each chirp a note in the unwritten
symphony, and we are the composers

~thank you for reading~

Thanks, Momoetry for the inspiring comment

Let Me Tell You About

2023/05/302024/01/13Posted in PoetryTagged creative writing, daily exercise, mental health, poetry, self awareness, writing1 Comment

POETRY – INTROSPECTION

Let me tell you about
the man trapped inside
the one residing in the bowels of madness

His armor is rusted & dented
but his sword remains sharp
as he grips the hilt, he tastes
the blood of the unhealed wounds
beneath the scars

He’s been in that life for so long
he’s forgotten the other
yet, he wonders, if there’s something else
one day, I will tell him about peace.

~thank for you reading~

Memorial Day in Black & White

2023/05/292023/05/31Posted in Art, PhotographyTagged black & white, daily exercise, memorial day, mental health, Monochrome Madness, photo editing, Photography3 Comments

Today we honor the fallen; I observed them by teaching and passing on some of their lessons. Here are some photos of today’s shoot in black and white.

My grandson capturing a glimpse of the world.

Station Break

2023/05/27Posted in ProseTagged daily exercise, healing2 Comments

It’s the start of the concert season for my friends and I. They have been to several shows already, but finally dragged my butt away from my laptop and notebooks. I managed to sneak one with me. Out of habit, I pulled it to take notes about the show. My buddy, gives me an evil look….oops, my bad

So it goes…

2023/05/262026/06/09Posted in The Daily'sTagged dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1947, inner peace, integrity, self awareness, The Daily's, thoughts5 Comments

What personal belongings do you hold most dear?

The consequences of rum and bad decisions. These consequences are both endearing and fester. Their existence is personal, and they belong to me. I bear the weight of them alone. I’m happy to do it.

Now that’s the end of it

So it goes …

What Time is it?

2023/05/222025/01/08Posted in PoetryTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Poems from Another Time, poetry, the 80's, writing7 Comments

POETRY – REFLECTION

Ladies and gentleman
I’d like to thank you for coming

In the next few moments,
we will return to 40 years ago.
Then I will speak in a language that
hopefully everyone can easily understand

From my ice cream castle
I stared into the purple rain
While I had starfish and coffee
I saw a bird caught in an oak tree

Prince said he was so confused.
However, I sat chuckling, only slightly amused
He was just another owner of a lonely heart
That’s right; gigolos get lonely too

From that ice cream castle
I saw Judas Priest screaming for vengeance
The death of Orion, some thought was a disposable hero
Yet, Iron Maidens search for a piece of mind, while chanting the call to Ktulu

Benatar chronicles the crimes of passion.
Preparing us for that next anthem
Billie Jean was on the scene and swore she was a thriller
It turns out all she wanted was a little paradise by the dashboard lights

Red leather jacket, a new edition
It got me ready for the world
Man..I was cool, I mean C-O-O-L!
I know I could definitely stand the rain.

I started wondering about that candy girl
What’s her name? What’s her number?
777-9311??? Jenny or 867-5309 ….Roxanne
Oh!! That’s right, that’s right …Sheila.

I left my ice cream castle in the summertime
To meet a concrete blonde in the cold part of town
She started spinning me right round like record
And all I wanted was to find myself a brand new lover

Sh-Sh –Shaking, I fell into a wall of voodoo
Then woke up in Tijuana wanting some barbecue iguana
The next thing I knew, there was a cheap trick
Talking bout if you want my love, you got it

I shook my head. NO!!
Knowing she wasn’t ready for this jungle love
So instead, we drank some brass monkey
Listening to some Mexican radio

Now, back in my ice cream castle
Listening to watermelon man and sipping bitches brew
Thinking they call it Stormy Monday
And Tuesday is just as bad

But

God Bless the child

That got their own….that got their own

WHAT TIME IS IT?

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The Rule of Leadership

2023/05/182026/06/09Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1939, Random Thoughts, The Daily's, writing1 Comment

Are you a leader or a follower?

In my humble opinion, one must be willing and able to follow before they can lead. Leaders are not born; they are developed. For those who have or had the honor of leadership, make no mistake to lead another is a definite honor, you may not be a leader in every situation. Those who don’t understand this concept aren’t ready to lead.

Such is the Rule of Leadership.

Word Salad

2023/05/172026/06/09Posted in PoetryTagged challenge, creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, poetry, writing13 Comments

POETRY – DAILY PROMPTS/WEEKLY PROMPTS TIED TOGETHER

I’m prosecuted by an unknown authority
I’m convicted on an assumption.
A victim of irrational stereotype
I’m housed in an asylum of tasty jello

There’s no safe harbor, alone in a crowd.
Like an enslaved extraterrestrial
My freedom, My Existence
Outlawed; off limits.

Like a bite of the forbidden fruit
I’m lost in a fog; its dampness feels like velvet.
Hospitality is just as foreign as tranquility.

Yet, I still wander while wondering what I’ll find.
Perhaps, lush words are scattered in thick notebooks.
stuck in old buckets, tucked away willy-nilly in rusty cabinets.

Whew! What a polyoquent doozy!I guess I’ll shut up now.
Has anyone got a beer? I need something to revive me.

~thank you for reading~

Momentary Lapse of Reason

2023/05/172024/01/13Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, self awareness, writingLeave a comment

In other words, I lost my damn mind

PROSE – REFLECTION

She could have been here; if she wanted. She could have been here; if it meant something. I knew her words were hollow when she spewed them; I heard their echo, such a haunting sound. Still, I hoped that I was wrong. I hoped what I heard was some psychotic break. Is there a sound you hear when this happens? Is it something dismissed, resolved, or mocked with six hundred dollars an hour, a sofa, and a pill? Yea, you know that shit that gets you hooked, but you need to believe you are free. So I sit here, waiting for the doorbell to chime, waiting to hear that familiar melody. The melody, which ends the silence, ends the loneliness. Yet the silence thickens, and the depths of loneliness have no bounds.

With a click, strike, and spark, the tobacco crackles as I take a drag to forget about the pain.

Yeah, she wanted me to get up and come running. She wanted me to stand in line like the others. Suitors plenty, but real men are few. She wanted me to be someone I had never been. She wanted to be someone; if she took the time to know me, she’d know I could never be. Yet, in her delusion, she wanted me to fall in line, like the wiry snake-eyed fellow whose lips were in a constant state of pucker against her gluteus maximus. Her leg would shudder when he kissed it just right. Often, I wondered if he was part fish, Bluegill. Trout?

Then there was the portly fellow whose clothes were two sizes larger than needed. An attempt to hide his predilection for Ho-Ho’s and Ding-Dong’s, but their melted remnants on his lapel and in the corner of his mouth told the tale. I couldn’t resist imagining him as Wimpy from the old cartoon; I’ll gladly pay you Tuesday for a Ding-Dong today. Since he was always eating them, I wondered how he pulled it off. But, of course, everyone knew he didn’t have a job.

Perhaps, I was the well-dressed fellow who would unleash this girlish giggle every time he hit the blunt. I couldn’t help but picture him in pigtails with pink ribbons in his mouth, chewing on the ends. He sported a five o’clock shadow like it was still something stylish. Maybe for some, but him not a good look. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was wearing socks with lace around the top. I do believe it would complete the look.

I exhale to relieve the strain. I exhale to let go. I exhale to be one step closer to the sanity to which I cling; I exhale.

But I wasn’t any of them. I was a man whose name was spoken in reverence barely above a whisper. There wasn’t a need to speak; people were satisfied with a nod. I know what it means to love a woman for your entire life and be the better. I know how it feels to grab hold of someone, and they grab you back. Never letting go, hearing what their eyes speak when their mouths fail utter a word. Our bodies trembling from its power, our souls quivering, like the Earth shaking beneath your feet. I know one can only get there with love and respect for one another. No plastic smiles, and hollow sentiments can take their place—an honor reserved for the special and the elite, Real men and women. For anyone else, your attendance is futile. Perhaps, one day she will understand. But I know what I really want to know. What has my curiosity stirring? How the hell did she ever get things so twisted?

I stub the cigarette out; the embers glow bright, then fade, and the smoke dissipates.

I know the answer. I had a momentary lapse of reason.

~thank you for reading~

Can You Dig It?

2023/05/102026/06/09Posted in The Daily'sTagged dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1931, integrity, Introspection, mindfulness, Motivation, Peaceful, Random Thoughts, The Daily's5 Comments

What do you do to be involved in the community?

When it comes to being involved in community
it boils down to this

We our brothers and sisters in the struggle; doing with what we can to
stand above the churn.

The churn gives not one iota, who you are, where you come from, nor the color of your skin. It will scoop your ass with no quarter.

Put simply

Life is tough enough, without any additional nonsense. So, let’s help one another the best we can.

Can you dig it ?

The Measure of Oneself

2023/05/072026/06/09Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1925, integrity, self reflection, The Daily's, writing7 Comments

Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often?

I immediately refer to this quote whenever I consider conversations such as these. Due to the current social climate, this quote is a little dated. However, with a few modifications, it fits quite nicely within the current climate. Let’s take a look.

Original

“Waste no more time arguing what a good man should be. Be one.” – Marcus Aurelius
https://dailystoic.com/waste-no-time-arguing-good-man-one/

Alternate version

“Waste no more time arguing what a good person should be. Be one.”

Now, that’s a little better; let’s get on with the conversation.

I look at this quote as a personal challenge. To dismiss the unwritten standards, for they change depending on region or person, and attempt to conduct myself in a manner befitting how I was raised. From this, I formed the code I live by. The difficulty lies in changes that occur within the individual. Put simply, I don’t feel the same way about things as I mature—circumstances of life change, whether you realize them or not. Nevertheless, I attempt to be the best person I can be within societal limitations or guidelines. Forever cognizant I may fail. Failure is acceptable as long as you retain the wisdom that accompanies it. I must be clear here wisdom accompanies both success and failure.

I also realize someone other than me determines whether I’m a good person. My conduct will be weighed and measured by the people interacting with me. They described what kind of person I am in their description of me to others. If I’m considered a bad person, then I’m as such. If they refer to me as a good person, then I’m a good person. I have no control over their opinion of me. I’m who I am. So, I waste no more time arguing—this action I can control.

Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.”

[The New Statesman, February 25, 1933]”,,-― Cyril Connolly

As a writer, I feel this quote should be the standard for writing everything. What am I doing if I’m true to myself in my writing? I can only fulfill the first quote if I’m true to my writing.

This is how I measure myself; no one else. You are who you are and I respect that.

~thank you for reading~

The Hardest Four Letters I Ever Had to Say

2023/05/052026/06/09Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1926, mental health, self awareness, The Daily's, writing15 Comments

What gives you direction in life?

I was taking night courses working on my degree back when that was a thing when I exploded on the instructor during a lecture. She made a comment about the intent of man during times of war. Looking back, I realize it was merely a generalization, a device I’ve had on numerous occasions then and now. However, her words were like white-hot searing to my depths that night. This incident may have been the beginning of my psychosis.

My emotional wounds of war were still fresh, and I overreacted. The next morning, I was summoned to my Commander to answer for my conduct. Though filled with shame, I had nothing to say in my defense. I stood firm and took the verbal assault I had coming until my entire being felt as hollow as my soul. Then the oddest thing occurred.

They sent me to get help…

On this day, I heard the letters for the first time. Nonsense, rubbish, bullocks, “Get the F*@K outta here, wit dat!” And other such phrases were my expression. Knowing me, I probably said them and more. Yet, the counselor remained steady and explained my plight.

I felt better when leaving their office. Better than I had in a very long time.

I never saw them again…

Decades later, I’m destroyed by these four letters, consumed by them. It was the first time I had the courage to utter them without disdain. Yet, having applied to me, I bore the weight of their shame.

Everyone involved said its okay, but their expressions said otherwise. Their whispers were louder than an announcement over speakers. The Memoirs of Madness had been started for years, and now I know the name of my affliction provided the memoirs’ direction. Writing the memoirs provides my direction. They provide a smidgen of peace.

Things are better now, I can say those letters. I have accepted, and with understanding, I can move forward.

~thank you for reading~

In the stillness I can find my way

2023/05/012023/09/24Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1922, mental health, mindfulness, productive, writing1 Comment

When do you feel most productive?

I’ve asked myself this question numerous times during my life, I never allow myself to honestly answer the question. Generally, I agree with whatever trending topic at the time. I did this because I didn’t want to be the person who went against the group.

As I wrote the previous sentence, I realized something. I’ve never been that person. I’ve always been a rebel, if you will, against anything I deemed foolish.

In the stillness of any time of the day, I can find my way of doing anything. What I mean by the stillness is quiet, tranquil, and relaxing. I do my best work during these times of the day. I suppose the reason is simple I’m able to think.

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A Moment of Desperation

2023/04/28Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, marriage, Prose, Random Thoughts, Satire, writingLeave a comment

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHT

Perhaps I’ve reached an all-time low. I spent considerable time sending out a barrage of inbox marriage proposals. In these proposals, I removed the obligation of sex, hoping to sweeten the pot. I figured taking sex off the table would increase the number of acceptance. I figured surely one of these candidates would say yes, right? The next morning, my inbox was overflowing with responses. However, all I got in the inbox was filled with laughter.

I received several images of women’s reactions to my proposal. I even got a sexually explicit image with block letters informing me I would never get what was displayed in the image. Sitting back, thinking as I closed my laptop, the whole affair was rather hilarious—the idea of someone marrying a guy like me.

The longest goodbye; I will never say

2023/04/272026/06/08Posted in PoetryTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Ink and Wounds, poetry, writing1 Comment

As it stands right now,
I can’t be with you.
I think too much of myself.
I have too much pride in who worked to become

In order to be with you, I must cease to be the man I am.
I must allow myself to be disrespected.
I must forget all that I know about; what it is to be a man
I must forget all that I know about love; how it makes me feel

I must cease to care about my well-being; for I no longer matter
I must be willing to surrender my will to another; without question
I will do all these things to prove my love.
Willingly change who I am; because I love you that much.

Hmm… You aren’t even willing to change a dress for me.
So how much did you really love me?

I don’t know

So, I offer the longest goodbye to myself.

~thank you for reading~

Boy! What’s that Sh** on your lip, dirt?

2023/04/272026/06/08Posted in The Daily'sTagged challenge, creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1918, military, The Daily's, writing, writing prompt4 Comments

My first day in the military

Describe a risk you took that you do not regret.

I was excited and a little nervous; despite all the warnings, I decided to strike out independently and join the military. Talking about risk, I have never been one who would blindly follow anyone. I’d seen Officer and a Gentleman; I knew I couldn’t stand someone yelling in my face. However, I had to do something with my life. The Madre had busted her butt, getting ready for manhood. Hanging out on the couch wasn’t on the curriculum.

Hell yeah, I’m to get to ride on a plane. This is going to be cool, turned into what have I got myself into? In about 15 minutes. No one said anything about the hazards of flying.

“The time of your life!” they said

“Travel the world!” they said

HA! Let me be clear: if traveling the world meant getting back on one of these things, I was to become the epitome of a couch potato. Okay, maybe not a couch potato; I was willing to do anything that didn’t involve flying.

Fortunately, there was a very nice woman who took pity. She helped through what I considered to be pending death. She talked about her family and where she goes. Before long, I had forgotten my fears and laughed at her stories. I even told a few of my own. Then we started our final approach.

I survived the first flight, and they put me on a twin-engine plane. This was my introduction to turbulence.

“Lord, I’m sorry. (Sniff, sniff), Can you see your way to forgiving me?” I begged

Crickets

“If you can’t …take me now, Lord, just take me now!” I begged

This became my mantra for the remainder of the flight. Since I’m writing this, you can figure out things turned out fine.

After a bus trip, I finally arrived at the military base. Now, I’m definitely nervous. The largest man I had seen in my life was standing under a dim light staring at me. I’m standing there holding everything I own in the world, regretting everything at that moment.

“Boy, what’s that shit on your lip, dirt?” He asked,

Well, that’s now me taking a huge risk that changed my life for the better. I have no regrets…

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Things that Happen in the Shadows

2023/04/262023/05/04Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, Random Thoughts, stream of consciousness, writing3 Comments

The Shadow Journal

March 8, 2023

Truth or Happiness? Never both …

The first time I heard this phrase, I thought it fell into the hukum jazz people say. Yeah, but something about it grabbed hold of me. So, I sat down and let it speak. I felt ready with a pack of Luckies and a cup of java. I added a notebook and pen, just in case. Because you never know what will happen when you sift through fragments of random memories.

Taught to carefully example each fragment; I’m a dutiful student. I came up with the following:

The truth; the world is full of lies we are willing to accept.

Society acts as if we are okay when poverty is an addiction, and there’s rehab on every corner. Right next to the package store and across the street from the church.

On the bench at the bus stop was a man with a two-tone beard singing a melody of the Pretenders, Tom Petty, and ELO with a Gregory Issac flavor. A member of “the gap,” those who make too much money for benefits and not enough to live, stares straight into the madness of their existence.

Perhaps, Denial and Distraction are Huey Lewis’s new drug. Take a hearty dose of Denial, a familiar favorite, while waiting in line for the latest and greatest in distraction served happily in this free tablet.

PROSE – RECOLLECTION

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