Prose

RDP Saturday – Shoots

2024/03/02Posted in Challenges, Photography, ProseTagged photo editing, Photography, photos, Ragtag Daily Prompt, RDP, shoots4 Comments

CHALLENGE RESPONSE

Here is my response to RDP’s Shoots

A toddler unleashes a shriek of glee as he shoots past an elderly gentleman with his unsure footing. He balances himself with his tiny arms outstretched. He giggles a little more with each step. We stand silently, watching him go. My soul churned in the warmth of his happiness as it spurred my own. His happiness brought back vivid memories of my grandchildren learning to walk and run. I missed my children’s milestones; otherwise, I was engaged.

I stopped to fuel up pickup before heading to a photo shoot. I’m excited about this one because it is the first time in months I’ve been well enough to even consider pulling out my camera. I’m startled back in the present by a metallic clang of debris hitting a dumpster. I watch the trash chutes flex as the waste finds its way down. AC/DC’s Shoot to Thrill starts the road trip playlist.

After, a few minutes of chatting after arriving at shop I discover I have everything in my camera bag, but an SD card. We laugh about the ridiculousness. I finally got myself together to do the shoot and realized I’m so rusty I have no idea if any pictures will be good enough to post. I show a few to the fellas and assure me that concerns are justified.

Here are a couple shots:

Today was first day all three been in the shop in months. The first time in forever, where there wasn’t constant look of concern on whether I was going face plant at any moment. I lasted several hours before I plain tuckered out and needed to make the drive home.

My first photo shoot back was disaster as photo shoot’s go, but it felt damn good to be working in the shop again. Round 2 is tomorrow; wish me luck

Late Night Grooves #41

2024/03/01Posted in Prose4 Comments

We are returning to the late seventies tonight on Late Night Grooves. I had a discussion this evening about an artist I hadn’t thought about in a while. I remember sitting in front of the radio, singing along; of course I was off key, but who cares when you’re feeling the music. So tonight, we are featuring Meatloaf.

For the longest time, I thought Meatloaf wrote his own music. However, while researching Phantom of the Opera, I discovered his songs were written by Jim Steinman. I saw a reference that Jim Steinman was approached by Andrew Lloyd Webber to write the lyrics to the music of Phantom. I haven’t found any other connection to support this claim, but if it is true, it’s a testament to Steinman’s lyrical prowess

Here are a couple of my favorites

Poem of the Day – 03012024

2024/03/01Posted in ProseTagged Poem of the DayLeave a comment

CLASSIC POETRY

Blues

In the night
in my half hour
negro dreams
i hear voices knocking at the door
i see walls dripping screams up
and down the halls
won’t someone open
the door for me? won’t some
one schedule my sleep
and don’t ask no questions?
noise.
like when he took me to his
home away from home place
and i died the long sought after
death he’d planned for me.
Yeah, bessie he put in the bacon
and it overflowed the pot.
and two days later
when i was talking
i started to grin.
as everyone knows
i am still grinning.

Sonia Sanchez

The Harlem Renaissance: A Cultural Flourishing of African American Identity and Creativity

2024/02/29Posted in Articles, ProseTagged black-history-month, Claude Mckay, harlem-renaissance, Jean Toomer, Langston Hughes, Nella Larsen, poetry, Zora Neale Husston2 Comments

ARTICLE – MINI BIOGRAPHY – HISTORICAL ERA

As a writer, I often reflect on my inspirations or, more precisely, why I chose to become a writer. I ask myself, was there a thing more than the others that influenced this decision? I never come up with a definitive answer, but I feel compelled to discuss the impact of the Harlem Renaissance.

The Harlem Renaissance is one of American history’s most significant cultural movements, representing a period of profound artistic and intellectual awakening among African Americans in the 1920s and 1930s. Centered in the vibrant neighborhood of Harlem in New York City, this period witnessed an unprecedented surge of creativity and innovation across various artistic disciplines, including literature, music, visual arts, and theater. The Harlem Renaissance not only transformed the cultural landscape of America but also challenged prevailing racial stereotypes and paved the way for greater recognition of African American contributions to society. This essay aims to provide a comprehensive overview of the Harlem Renaissance, exploring its historical context, key figures, artistic achievements, and lasting impact on American culture.

Historical Context:

The Harlem Renaissance emerged against the backdrop of widespread racial discrimination, segregation, and socio-economic inequality faced by African Americans in the early 20th century. The Great Migration, a mass movement of African Americans from the rural South to urban centers in the North, including Harlem, during and after World War I, was pivotal in shaping the period’s cultural milieu. In Harlem, a vibrant community of artists, writers, musicians, intellectuals, and activists converged, seeking refuge from racial oppression and striving to create a space for artistic expression and cultural affirmation.

Key Figures and Literary Contributions:

Central to the Harlem Renaissance were the writers and intellectuals who articulated African Americans’ experiences, aspirations, and struggles through their literary works. Among the most prominent figures of the movement were:

1. Langston Hughes: Renowned for his poetry, fiction, and essays, Hughes captured the rhythms and vernacular of African American life in his works, addressing themes of identity, heritage, and social justice. His seminal poem “The Negro Speaks of Rivers” and his collection “The Weary Blues” are enduring classics of the Harlem Renaissance. Hughes moved so much as a young poet. His work was instrumental in assisting me to develop my style as a writer.

2. Zora Neale Hurston: A pioneering novelist, folklorist, and anthropologist, Hurston celebrated the culture and traditions of the rural South in her writing, challenging stereotypes and portraying the complexity of African American life. Her masterpiece “Their Eyes Were Watching God” remains a cornerstone of African American literature. Before discovering her, I had such a limited glimpse of the power of the period.

3. Claude McKay: Known for his poetry and novels, McKay explored themes of race, oppression, and resistance in his works, blending elements of traditional English poetry with African American vernacular. His poem “If We Must Die” became a rallying cry against racial violence and injustice. Mckay’s work taught me that I could include hope amidst the verses of pain and despair. He fundamentally affected how I constructed a verse.

4. Nella Larsen: A gifted novelist, Larsen depicted the complexities of racial identity and social mobility among African Americans in her novels “Quicksand” and “Passing,” shedding light on the psychological and emotional challenges faced by individuals navigating between racial boundaries. Passing took me to a world I seldom acknowledged. She introduced me to the struggles my adoptive grandmother faced. I often wondered about some of Mimi’s beliefs; what were their origins? Passing provided possible answers to my numerous queries.

5. Jean Toomer: Influenced by his experiences in the rural South and Harlem, Toomer’s experimental novel “Cane” defied conventional literary genres, blending poetry, prose, and drama to explore the lives of African Americans in the post-Reconstruction era. Often, I experimented with the combination of prose and poetry. For example, I was often ridiculed for my attempts. I knew it could be done. Not only done, but done well. I was introduced to Toomer and his Cane. I ceased doubting myself and continued writing. When I read Jason Reynolds, I am reminded of Toomer.

These writers and many others challenged prevailing literary conventions and redefined the African American literary tradition, enriching American literature with their diverse voices and perspectives. Here are a few more of the notable writers of the period.

Countee Cullen
Jessie Redmon Fauset
James Weldon Johnson
Alain Locke
Wallace Thurman
Arna Bontemps
Rudolph Fisher
Angelina Weld Grimké
Georgia Douglas Johnson
Helene Johnson
Alice Dunbar-Nelson
Anne Spencer
Gwendolyn Bennett
Marita Bonner
Dorothy West

Artistic Achievements and Cultural Impact:

Beyond literature, the Harlem Renaissance encompassed a rich tapestry of artistic expressions, including music, visual arts, theater, and dance. Jazz, with its improvisational style and syncopated rhythms, became the quintessential sound of the era, symbolizing the spirit of cultural innovation and liberation. Musicians such as Duke Ellington, Louis Armstrong, and Bessie Smith rose to prominence, captivating audiences with their electrifying performances and reshaping the landscape of American music.

In the visual arts, African American artists such as Aaron Douglas, Jacob Lawrence, and Romare Bearden explored themes of identity, history, and social justice through their paintings, murals, and collages, contributing to the flourishing of African American artistry and aesthetics.

The Harlem Renaissance also witnessed a resurgence of African American theater, with playwrights such as Langston Hughes, Zora Neale Hurston, and Eugene O’Neill staging productions that reflected the experiences and aspirations of African Americans. The New Negro Movement, as articulated by Alain Locke in his seminal anthology “The New Negro,” sought to challenge racial stereotypes and promote a positive image of African American culture and identity.

The legacy of the Harlem Renaissance extends far beyond its immediate historical context, influencing subsequent generations of artists, writers, and activists and contributing to the ongoing struggle for racial equality and social justice. By reclaiming their cultural heritage and asserting their creative agency, the participants of the Harlem Renaissance paved the way for greater recognition and appreciation of African American contributions to American culture and society.

Conclusion:

The Harlem Renaissance is a testament to the African American community’s resilience, creativity, and cultural vitality in adversity. Through their artistic achievements and intellectual pursuits, the participants of the Harlem Renaissance challenged prevailing racial stereotypes, celebrated the richness of African American culture, and laid the groundwork for a more inclusive and equitable society. As we commemorate the legacy of the Harlem Renaissance, remind us of the enduring power of art and culture to inspire, uplift, and transform lives, transcending barriers of race, ethnicity, and nationality.

RDP Sunday – 02252024

2024/02/292024/02/29Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, Prose, Ragtag Daily Prompt, RDP2 Comments

CHALLENGE RESPONSE – FICTION

Here is my response to RDP’S reconcile

I had been for a long time until it ran out of places to go. I ended up here sitting in the darkness hollowed out. I expected to find anything once I arrived, but I found her. She was sipping gas station coffee, grimishing each sip. Her gaze trapped in the moment between breaths. We started something in the next moment that should have lasted a lifetime. She captured my heart, so I gave her my soul.War reared its ugly head and took her snarling. Before that moment, we argued. About what I can’t remember, but now it’s too late to reconcile.

Mixed Music Bag – Week 6 – Chicago

2024/02/282024/06/06Posted in Prose8 Comments

ARTICLE – MINI BIOGRAPHY – MMB TUNAGE

Here is my response to week 6 of Glynn’s Mixed Music Bag

On my birthday in 1983, a back known as Chicago released an album which inadvertenly changed my life. Yes I know, you hear things such as these all the time and they rather rise to the occasion. Yet, I submit you the following; let us stop for a moment and consider that event may in some significant changed the person describing the incident’s life. Though, the event may be small for us it may majestic for them at the time. We have no way of knowing.

However, for me I will never forget the name of the band who meant so much to me, but I didn’t know it at the time. Allow me to explain. In 1983, they had just released to album it was a big deal at the catholic school I attended. One lucky young lady had the album and agreed to play it at our Confirmation. I believe it was Chicago 17 but I’m not sure. Well, I kept bumping into the record player and ended up scratching the album to hell. I was supposed to replace it, but never did. So from that point, I cringed every time I heard someone talking about Peter Cetera and Chicago.

The strange thing was I had several songs by the band recorded on cassette. I had no idea I was listening to Chicago. The songs were from their earlier albums and I love these songs still. So, a little over decade ago, I come across a list of the 1001 albums you need to hear before you die or some nonsense like that. I ran across an album by a band called the Chicago Transit Authority. I listened and it contained several of my favorites. So, finally I knew who recorded these songs. After researching a little further, I discovered Chicago Transit Authority was actually my dreaded Chicago. I looked at my computer screen and silently screamed.

Though, I haven’t listened any of there work from the 80’s, I still jam their earlier with gusto. Yeah, don’t judge me!

Here are the particulars about the band

In the grand tapestry of music history, certain bands stand out for their exceptional talent and profound impact on the cultural landscape. Among these luminaries is the band Chicago, a group that transcended boundaries and defied conventions to etch its name into the annals of musical history. From its humble beginnings in the late 1960s to its enduring presence in the contemporary music scene, Chicago has captivated audiences with its eclectic blend of rock, jazz, and pop, leaving an indelible mark on generations of listeners worldwide.

Origins and Evolution:

Chicago’s journey began in 1967 when a group of young musicians from DePaul University formed a rock band that would soon revolutionize the music industry. Originally known as The Big Thing, the band underwent several transformations before settling on the name Chicago Transit Authority, paying homage to the bustling city that inspired their sound. Led by the visionary partnership of Robert Lamm, Terry Kath, and James Pankow, Chicago quickly distinguished itself with its innovative fusion of rock instrumentation and jazz-inflected arrangements.

The band’s eponymous debut album, released in 1969, served as a bold declaration of their musical prowess, featuring a dynamic blend of brass-heavy compositions and intricate instrumental passages. Tracks like “Beginnings” and “Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?” showcased Chicago’s knack for crafting sophisticated arrangements while maintaining an infectious sense of groove. Bolstered by critical acclaim and commercial success, the album laid the foundation for Chicago’s meteoric rise to fame.

In the ensuing years, Chicago continued to push the boundaries of their sound, experimenting with different genres and incorporating diverse influences into their music. Albums such as “Chicago II” and “Chicago V” showcased the band’s versatility, blending rock anthems with soulful ballads and complex jazz compositions. With each new release, Chicago further solidified its reputation as a musical powerhouse, earning accolades and amassing a diverse devoted fan base.

Innovative Fusion:

One of Chicago’s most distinctive features is its innovative use of horns, which became a signature element of the band’s sound. Unlike traditional rock bands that relied solely on guitars and keyboards, Chicago integrated a full brass section into its lineup, comprising saxophones, trumpets, and trombones. This unconventional approach set Chicago apart from its contemporaries and allowed the band to explore new sonic territories, infusing their music with a rich tapestry of textures and colors.

The seamless fusion of rock and jazz elements became a hallmark of Chicago’s style, earning them widespread acclaim and admiration from audiences and critics alike. Tracks like “25 or 6 to 4” and “Make Me Smile” exemplify the band’s ability to marry intricate instrumental arrangements with catchy melodies, creating a sound that is both sophisticated and accessible. Chicago’s innovative approach to songwriting and arranging paved the way for countless artists to explore new avenues of musical expression, leaving an indelible mark on the evolution of popular music.

Enduring Legacy:

Over five decades since its inception, Chicago’s legacy remains as vibrant as ever, with its music continuing to resonate with global audiences. With a discography spanning 25 studio albums and countless hits, the band has left an indelible imprint on the fabric of popular culture, influencing subsequent generations of musicians across genres.

From sold-out concerts to prestigious awards, Chicago’s impact on the music industry is undeniable. Inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2016, the band has received numerous accolades for its contributions to music, including multiple Grammy Awards and a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Despite facing adversity and tragedy, including the untimely death of guitarist Terry Kath in 1978, Chicago persevered, demonstrating resilience and fortitude in the face of adversity.

Conclusion:

In the ever-changing landscape of popular music, few bands have left as profound a mark as Chicago. Their innovative fusion of rock, jazz, and pop reshaped the musical landscape, inspiring generations of artists and captivating audiences with their timeless melodies and infectious grooves. As they continue to enthrall listeners with their electrifying performances and enduring hits, Chicago stands as a testament to the power of music to transcend boundaries and unite hearts across the globe.

One of my favorites

Sunday Poser #173: Aging

2024/02/27Posted in Challenges, ProseTagged Art, books, creative writing, daily exercise, Photography, poetry, Sunday Poser, Travel, writing9 Comments

CHALLENGE RESPONSE

My response to Sadje’s challenge

Do you like the age you are now?

This is one of the easiest questions I’ve answered in a while. The answer is YES. I love it. However, it feels odd to say so when that hasn’t been the case. For decades, I had this thing where I wanted to be older than my age. Almost like I was born during the wrong era or something. The problem I could never settle on a period I really wanted to be from.

Then was the whole “you’re just a kid. You’ll understand when you get older.” I hated being treated like a kid. I refused to believe that age possessed this fountain of wisdom that eluded my entire youth. Often, I wondered what age or day I was going to understand the mysteries of the world suddenly. Would it be on a weekday? Or on the weekends? I hoped for sometime during the week because, let’s face it, on the weekends, there was beer and women to be ignored by. Disgusted or disapproving looks from members of the opposite sex while standing obnoxious with the fellas is a rite of passage.

However, I would like to be on a Monday if it was during the week. Many complain about Monday’s, but I don’t mind so much. Over the years, I found several to be rather pleasant. Tuesdays would be alright, too, yet it doesn’t pop off on Mondays. Any day after is a negative ghost rider. There to much preparation from the pending weekend. You can’t be bogged down with a complex thought. I can see it now, sitting there tugging on your peach fuzz chins, saying, “Hmm.” For those fellas who could grow full beards in high school, I am jealous.

I enjoy my age now because all I have to do is sit around looking at people like they’re crazy. Who needs cable? Have you ever looked at the younger folks when you get older? They are hilarious, aren’t they? It’s alright. You can admit it. The only drawback is the random, unprovoked ailments that surface periodically. Yes, I said unprovoked. This is my story, and I’m sticking with it. I can speak my mind. I’m old enough to know better but too old to give a shit. After all this crap of wishing I was older, I’m finally in the winter of life. It gets a little chilly at times, but hey. Excuse me while I slip on a sweater.

RDP – Tuesday – 02272024

2024/02/27Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Ragtag Daily Prompt, RDP, writing2 Comments

CHALLENGE RESPONSE

Here is my response to RDP’s prompt: Ink

There’s a thud as my quill hits the desk. My inkwell unleashes a howl mixed with desperation and relief. It’s a little beside itself because I haven’t written anything of note in months. My eyes burn from what was supposed to be all-nighter, but really only a few hours of spits and starts. Baby steps, huh? They got to be better than not writing anything all. At least, that’s what I tell myself as I stare at the ink stained fingers of my aching hands.

I close my eyes and the let the stream of world of random thoughts fill my screen. Each word typed is attempt to rediscover the path to a coherent thought. A thought minus the lure of ineffective painkillers. Taken only to help you forget the torment you’re suffering momentarily. Yet, forget the principle of pain; it’s a reminder we are alive. Each wince, cringe, or scream a verse in the testimony of our lives

Bradbury got it right in a way. We are tattooed neath the surfaces. Each of those tattoos are alive illustrating the moments that matter . Moments we acknowledge, yet include the ones swear that mean anything, but touch us so deeply.

My inkwell unleashes a belch, then stretches. A metallic click fills the room as the licks its lips and throats a “Thank you!” I refill my quill and pull out a fresh notebook. Then lean back in my office chair to rest.

“I knew that shit, you’re such a fucking tease!” My quill and inkwell declare in unison.

I close my eyes and chuckle ….

Wordless Wednesday – 02142024

2024/02/152024/02/15Posted in Photography, ProseTagged black and white photography, carmine effects, monochrome, photo editing, Photography, Wordless Wednesday2 Comments

PHOTOGRAPHY – MONOCHROME

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

Skywriting – 021420241853

2024/02/14Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, Photography, skywriting, writing4 Comments

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

I’ve been here over a week. I’m not sure I have I left here on the front. My body is waging war against my spirit. My spirit is losing, but the battle is far from over. Last Monday, I walked into the ED thinking one thing and discovering another. Each day, we take another step toward victory. Each day, it feels we take five steps back toward defeat.

Despite this, I gaze upon the evening skew finding strength in its beauty. Each sighs becomes the breath of hope. In each breath I finds courage.

~be well everyone~

REBLOG: Fibercraft Grannie’s Post

2024/02/02Posted in ProseTagged REBLOGSLeave a comment

What I like about this post is that it applies to everyone. The speaker speaks to a Christian audience, but I believe it applies to all faiths. It takes more than faith when serving the Master. I been to battle with people of all faiths and their one constant. We believed what we doing was for a better world for our families. Our faith in this concept gave us the strength to do what was necessary. Thank you Fibercraft Grannie for reminder.

It doesn’t have to make sense.

Late Night Groove #37

2024/02/022024/02/02Posted in Prose1 Comment

This is one of my favorite songs of all time. I remember being a kid snapping my fingers to this track. I didn’t have a clue this Stevie Wonder. It certainly wasn’t the Stevie Wonder I had heard previously.

Music Mixed Bag – Week 5

2024/02/022024/06/06Posted in ProseTagged new-music4 Comments

ARTICLE – TUNAGE

My response to Glyn’s Mixed Music Bag

For this week’s challenge, I couldn’t decide which band to feature, so I chose to feature two bands I had the privilege of watching on the same day. Let’s get to it, shall we?

Band Maid

Band Maid, an all-female rock band hailing from Japan, has been creating a significant impact on the international music scene with their unique fusion of hard rock, pop, and traditional Japanese music. The band is known for their distinctive aesthetic, which blends traditional maid outfits’ visual elements with rock and roll’s edginess.

Their powerful performances and energetic live shows have earned them wide acclaim. Each member of Band Maid is a skilled musician, and their concerts are known to showcase their musical prowess, defying the stereotypical image of a “maid.” The band’s sound, characterized by heavy guitar riffs, powerful drums, and catchy melodies, is familiar and fresh to the listeners.

Their stage presence is charismatic, engaging audiences worldwide and earning them a cult following. Their music and unique aesthetic set them apart in the rock scene, making them stand out.

Band Maid has also made significant strides in spreading their music globally. They have toured extensively, performing in countries like the US, UK, and Germany, and have released several albums that have been well-received by critics and fans alike. Their unique blend of hard rock, pop, and Japanese music, coupled with their distinct aesthetic, has made them a standout act in the world of rock music.

In conclusion, Band Maid is not just a novelty act. They are skilled musicians with a unique sound and look that sets them apart from other bands. Their music is powerful and catchy, and their performances are energetic and engaging. Band Maid’s unique blend of hard rock, pop, and traditional Japanese music is a breath of fresh air in the rock scene, and their increasing popularity worldwide is a testament to their talent and appeal.

Personal Reaction:

I take my metal seriously. I’ve been a metalhead before It was cool. So, I will not be swayed by attractive women dancing around in maid uniforms. I’m not having such foolishness. It’s no different with male bands that bolster some gimmick. However, my brother said they were good, and he hadn’t let me down yet, so I listened. Armed with skepticism by God.

All I can say is those ladies threw down. Totally blown away. If you get a chance, check them out.

Badflower

Badflower, the Los Angeles based American rock band, is making significant strides in redefining the rock genre with their unique and raw sound that resonates deeply with listeners. Their gritty and emotionally resonant music is a stark contrast in an era dominated by synthesized pop and electronic music, reminding listeners of the visceral energy of early punk rock bands, further enriched by the sophistication of modern alternative music.

Their rise to fame was not simply overnight. It resulted from relentless touring, engaging live performances, and their compelling sonic experience. Their debut album, “OK, I’m Sick,” was a turning point, receiving critical acclaim upon its release in 2019. This album propelled them to the forefront of the rock scene. The album’s lead single, “Ghost,” was a commercial success, earning a gold certification from the RIAA and reaching the top of the Billboard Mainstream Rock chart. This success has been consistent with their subsequent releases, solidifying their status as one of the decade’s most exciting new rock bands.

Badflower’s success proves the continued relevance and demand for rock music in an era when pop and hip-hop typically dominate the charts. Their raw and emotive sound and thought-provoking lyrics have resonated with a new generation of rock fans, showing that rock music can still be fresh, innovative, and impactful.

Personal Reaction:

Badflower’s set was after Band-Maid- not directly after, but after. Now, we had seen Badflower previously and were excited to see them again. This show was great, but something happened during the set that sticks with me.

So, the band was playing Ghost, and something was happening in the audience. They stopped the show. They made sure the fan was okay before continuing. I’ve seen that before. Badflower is a definite class act.

Bonus Feature:

Twenty or so years ago, I had the privilege of watching the legendary B.B. King. My late wife was a tremendous fan, and I was like, he got a couple songs I like. I’ve always been more of a John Lee Hooker fan. So, one year, I had just returned from a very long assignment and wanted to do something special for my wife. I had no idea what special would be, but I wanted to do something. I kept looking for something and wasn’t having any luck. Then, one of the soldiers left a newspaper on the desk, and I found what I looking for.

B.B. King was giving a Mother’s Day special concert. So I bought tickets. I told her the three hours before the concert. She didn’t believe me. I produced the tickets, and she got dressed. Mind you, I never saw my wife get dressed that fast the entire time we were married. She even had to lay out some appropriate attire for me. Apparently, jeans, t-shirts, and boots wouldn’t cut it to see B.B. King. I protested and then quickly got dressed.

Did you know B.B. King had a jazz band? His band played a full set of jazz standards before King joined them on the stage. The show was about three hours long. It was one of the best shows I have seen. Yeah, but I’m still more of a John Lee fan.

Here is a version of a classic my wife and I both loved

Where Do I Start?

2024/01/302024/01/30Posted in ProseTagged blog, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1833, life, writing10 Comments

Bloganuary writing prompt

What do you complain about the most?

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DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I’ve reached the age where complaining seems like a superpower. Of course, this expands my current superpower of ranting at the drop of a hat. Not to mention, I drop a few justified gripes when it’s called for. Yet, there are times when I remain silent, but I can’t be held accountable for facial expressions. So, if I think you’re jackass; I don’t have to say a word. My face says it all.

However, lately, the thing that chaps my ass the most is people’s lack of compassion for others. It seems we don’t care about each other like we used to. I get it! Times are different. People are different. I’m no better. I can go days without talking to another person. I’ve always been that way. Anti-social is what they called me. So, trust me, I’m not casting any stones.

I’m sure you have noticed people are walling themselves off more now than ever. As if they prefer interactions on their devices rather than actual human conversation. Another thing I’ve seen is that when you are having these conversations, they aren’t actually listening. There are a lot of head nods and other indicators they aren’t paying attention to, but they are meant to fool you into thinking you’re having a meaningful conversation.

Alas, don’t fret. I, too, have been fooled. We need to slow down, stop, listen, and help one another.

We have to do better; we are better!

Evening Writing Groove – 01282024

2024/01/28Posted in ProseLeave a comment

I’ve felt pretty good these last few days and am strong enough to do some chores. Well, let me just say I’m as strong as I thought. This song came on and recharged me. I felt I would share with you guys as I’m doing a little writing this evening. I promise not to get carried away.

Poem of the Day – 01272024

2024/01/27Posted in ProseTagged Poem of the Day2 Comments

The Song of the Idiot by Rainer Marie Rilke

Couldn’t you just save me one?

2024/01/26Posted in ProseTagged dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1825, pets, The Daily's4 Comments

Bloganuary writing prompt

If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be?

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DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

Living with cats is so different from living with dogs. It took a minute to grasp that, but now I believe we have an understanding with each other; I think, maybe. Well at least the best understanding one could have with a cat.

Now when I raised dogs, I’m certain we had an understanding. They pretty much followed all their commands without hesitation, giving enough training and time. However, I remember my first Rottweiler could seem to grasp the concept of saving me at least one Oatmeal Creme Pie. No matter how hard I tried he would goggle them all up. Despite this, I still loved him dearly.

REBLOG: Kim’s Musing

2024/01/23Posted in Prose11 Comments

Late Night Groove #36

2024/01/22Posted in Prose2 Comments

Poem of the Day – 01192024

2024/01/19Posted in ProseTagged Poem of the Day, poetry6 Comments

Imitation

Poet: Edgar Allan Poe

A dark unfathomed tide
Of interminable pride –
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen,
Had I let them pass me by,
With a dreaming eye!
Let none of earth inherit
That vision of my spirit;
Those thoughts I would control,
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last
And that light time have past,
And my worldly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it passed on:
I care not though it perish
With a thought I then did cherish.

REBLOG: Momoetry’s Toxic Behavior

2024/01/18Posted in Prose4 Comments

Nicole’s blog is one where I enjoy sitting down with my coffee and ingesting what she has to say. She’s a wonderful poet; her prose isn’t filled with unnecessary fluff. So, if you aren’t familiar with her work, get over there and stop playing around.

This morning, I had the opportunity to spend some time on her blog and found this wonderful piece.

~We need to shout this from the rooftops! NO MORE!~

Toxic Behavior

Poem of the Day – 01182024

2024/01/182024/01/17Posted in ProseTagged Poem of the DayLeave a comment

Heroes Weep Before Leaving by CS Crockett

We love stories that speak of adventure,
Ones that tell us “You too could be a hero!
You must set out from your home
And see all the wonder that lies before.”
We hear the call, but many may weep
Upon the news of our leaving.

This makes it hard for us to be leaving.
Even if we know that the adventure
Is our glorious fate, those who weep
Remind us that a lasting hero
Is not made when he leaves but before.
This is why we hold on hard to home.

For surely it will be a different home
After there has been this leaving.
No one can deny that what came before
Is greater than any gold-rumor adventure.
He who would leave this for gold is no hero,
But will gnash his teeth and weep.

But also among those who will gnash and weep
Are those who hold on too hard to home.
We feel disgust for that which clings to a hero
And would not have him be leaving.
There is certainly a time for adventure.
Home just will not be what it was before.

So let us not idolize what came before,
But let us keep for what we weep
To the end of this old adventure
That took place in our changing home.
It may be hard for us to be leaving,
But when has hard stopped a hero?

It is not easy being a hero.
We remember what we learned before
This moment, but now we are really leaving.
And with this realization we too may weep.
We too must set out from our home
In search of a hard adventure.

I understand why heroes weep.
Before, it was right to be home,
But we have to leave for adventure.

Glyn’s Mixed Music Bag: Week 3 – Billy Preston

2024/01/162024/06/06Posted in ProseTagged Articles, Mini Biography4 Comments

ARTICLE – MINI BIOGRAPHY

Here is my choice for Glyn’s Challenge for January – Week 3

The Musical Journey of Billy Preston

Billy Preston, often dubbed the “Fifth Beatle,” was an American musician whose impact on rock and soul music is immeasurable. His collaborations with some of the most iconic bands and artists of the 20th century, including The Beatles and The Rolling Stones, helped shape the sound of modern music.

Early Life
Born on September 2, 1946, in Houston, Texas, Billy Preston started his musical journey at a young age. He was a prodigy, playing the piano and organ in his church by age three. At ten, he debuted on the big screen, portraying young W.C. Handy in a biographical film about the blues musician. His early exposure to music set the foundation for his future career.

Notable Collaborations
Preston’s first significant collaboration came in 1962 when he joined Little Richard’s band as an organist. During this stint, he met The Beatles in Hamburg, Germany, beginning a long-standing relationship. In 1969, Preston joined the legendary band in the studio, contributing to their final two albums, “Abbey Road” and “Let It Be.” His skill on the keyboard earned him the nickname the ‘Fifth Beatle.’ Preston also worked with The Rolling Stones on several of their albums in the 70s, infusing their music with his unique soulful touch.

Lasting Legacy
Billy Preston’s contributions to music extended beyond his collaborations. As a solo artist, he charted numerous hits, including “Outa-Space” and “Nothing from Nothing.” His work earned him several awards, including a Best Pop Instrumental Performance Grammy. Even after he died in 2006, Preston’s influence can still be heard in modern music. His blend of rock, soul, and funk has inspired countless musicians, testifying to his enduring legacy.

Conclusion
Billy Preston’s life was a testament to his immense talent and musical versatility. From his early start in the church to his collaborations with some of the biggest names in rock and roll, his impact on music is undeniable. His legacy continues to inspire, making him a true icon in music history.

Morning Air – 20 Years Later

2024/01/152024/10/29Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, poem, poetry, Prose, reflection, writing5 Comments

PROSE – REFLECTION

The morning chill creeps through my layers as I sit on my porch, twirling my finger playfully in my whiskers. I swallow a sip of coffee while tugging at them, lost in the depths of my thoughts. The amber glow of the collision between night and dawn illuminates the horizon. Today, a man was born that brought so much light to the world. His presence hurled us out of a darkness that had engulfed us for nearly a hundred years—a man whose vision, courage, and devotion to humanity will never be forgotten.

Sipping coffee, I watch the lights turn on one by one as the neighborhood awakens. A community in which I could have never lived if it wasn’t for this man’s efforts. Not because where I live now is better than where I grew up. Society’s attitude is better. I remember the speech of this brave man as a child being replayed every year during my youth: a vision of hope, love, determination, and courage. His speech or vision served as a beacon representing one of hell of a dream.

Now a seasoned man, I wonder if my efforts in life have helped fulfill that dream. We fought for God, Country, and the ideal of freedom. We spent countless hours away from home in pursuit of the vision on the mountaintop. The endless miles walked for the dream of the Promised Land. No mile did I walk alone. Each mile walked and every hour spent away was in the faith that a moment of hatred was erased. I hoped they would ring the bell of freedom. A sound heard in the souls of each man and woman in the land. A faith I held on to with all my might, even though it was sometimes fleeting.

Each time I heard the word Jew, it took away a little bit of hope. Whenever I heard the word cracker, freedom’s bell rang a little softer. Every time I heard the word spick or chili pepper, humanity’s love got a little weaker. Each time I heard the nigger humanity’s dignity lessen. However, each time I heard these, we fought harder to fulfill the dream of a man we had never known. We risked our lives to fulfill a dream our forefathers wrote nearly two hundred years before my birth.

I look upon my granddaughter, who shifts under her blanket of freedom provided by the fulfillment of this dream, a granddaughter who turns a year older today. She is allowed to live in a world and taste the crispness of a freedom that wouldn’t have been without his dream. A smile comes across my face as I finish my coffee. I smack my lips because I, too, taste the crispness of freedom in the fresh morning air.

Now, I’m a great-grandfather. I still taste the crispness of freedom in the morning air. It’s rather tasty!

REBLOG: Off Hand’s Article

2024/01/13Posted in ProseTagged REBLOGS2 Comments

I didn’t know this … this is a trip!

Elephants Are Afraid of Bees

Evening Writing Grooves – 01122024

2024/01/12Posted in ProseLeave a comment

TUNAGE – EVENING WRITING GROOVES

Often, I write with music playing in the background. Its purpose is not to inspire but to soothe. It helps focus my mind and lets me get out of my way. Most of you know I have an eclectic taste in music. So, I decided to share a few cuts with you. I hope you enjoy it. Perhaps you’ll remember some favorites or discover something you have never heard before.

REBLOG: Creative Bug’s Health Benefits of Rice

2024/01/08Posted in ProseTagged FOOD, Health Benefits, Nutrition, RiceLeave a comment

Over the last few years, my nutritionist has been trying to get me to switch to quinoa. Yes, I hear some of you cringing as you read this. Trust me, I’m there with you. Despite the health benefits and tasty quinoa recipes, I make this dish with kale, sauteed chicken, and quinoa to die for. Anyway, I’m still a rice eater, Jasmine being my favorite.

So, Creative Bug stopped by the Memoirs and left a link to this wonderful article about rice. Give it a read; I’m on my way into the kitchen to cook up some stuff. While we are at it share some tasty recipes.

The Surprising Health Benefits of Rice: A Smart Way to Enjoy Your Favorite Grain

Poem of the Day – 01052024

2024/01/052024/01/02Posted in ProseTagged Poem of the Day, poetry2 Comments

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers by Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –

I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.

Poem of the Day – 01042024

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Changing The Past by Donna

The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some cannot let it go.
In their heads it eats away

Until all their focus becomes
The person they used to be,
The mistakes they made in their life.
Oh, if only they could see

That you cannot change what happened,
No matter how hard you try,
No matter how much you think about it,
No matter how much you cry.

What happens in your lifetime
Happens for reasons unknown,
So you have to let the cards unfold.
Let your story be shown.

Don’t get wrapped up in the negative.
Be happy with what you have been given.
Live for today not tomorrow.
Get up, get out, and start living,

Because the past is the past for a reason.
It’s been, and now it is gone,
So stop trying to think of ways to fix it.
It’s done, it’s unchangeable; move on.

Donna. “Changing The Past.” Family Friend Poems, July 6, 2011. https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/changing-the-past

Poem of the Day – 01032024

2024/01/032024/01/02Posted in ProseTagged Poem of the Day, poetry4 Comments

Renewed By The Morning Light by Patricia A Fleming

I sit upon my front porch stoop
Beneath the morning sun.
Grateful for the moment spent
Away from everyone.

The air is fresh and slightly chilled,
The sky is blue and clear.
The silence that surrounds me now
Is music to my ears.

I love the morning best of all,
It’s my most tranquil time,
When the promise of a brand new day
Can ease my troubled mind.

When second chances seem more possible
And the world less cold and dark,
And hope can somehow pierce the walls
Of my sad and aching heart.

When left alone with nature
All the world seems far away
And the woes of life so trivial
When wrapped in her embrace.

But alas the birds awaken
And begin to sing their songs,
And people slowly wander by
And nod as they go on.

The sun has now grown brighter
As it rises in the sky
And in the distance there’s a whistle
As a train goes lumbering by.

The world is calling out to me
To jump back in the fray.
To have faith things can get better
And let go of yesterday.

So today I get to start again
By the morning light renewed.
Feeling brave and energized,
There is nothing I can’t do.

Aurora

2024/01/02Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, Poems from Another Time, Prose, writingLeave a comment

The rattling of the window in the wind wakes me. Slowly, I stretch away the night, my eyes shift from darkness to a haze, and my eyes shift into focus from slumber to reality. I hear the whirling hiss as the snow hits the screen. I make my way to the kitchen to brew some sanity. Its aroma filled the room in a matter of seconds. In minutes, I am nursing a cup by the window. The night has yet to surrender to dawn. Yet, to tuck itself away, partaking in the much-needed rest. If you look closely and catch it just right, you can see the snowflake’s form before it dissolves against the glass.

It is the perfect day for cuddling. Her head nestled in that special place. My breathing was slow, and my heart skipped a beat, so we were in unison. So that we are connected. Connected on the spiritual level, not just the profane, it is a perfect morning for loving. A soft, slow, lingering turns into a slow grind. To evolve into a breathless gasp that surrenders to a moan. A moan becomes a pant, then a scream, then a contentment sigh is released. Then, fall into a deep, coma-like sleep.

The Lady in Red

2024/01/02Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, Poems from Another Time, Prose, writingLeave a comment

The night is coming, just like it did the night before. It really isn’t anything special to me, just a darker shade of grey. You see, I view the world through a pair of monochrome lenses. It’s been this way since birth, well, at least until I saw her. Her lips glowed like rubies, her hair seemed on fire, and something shimmery hung from her ears. I can only imagine these colors to be shades of red. Is this what red looks like? How beautiful, how enchanting. Who was she? Who was this woman in red?

Poem of the Day – 01022024

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Faith And Courage In Life by Angie M Flores

In life there are people that will hurt us and cause us pain,
but we must learn to forgive and forget and not hold grudges.

In life there are mistakes we will make,
but we must learn from our wrongs and grow from them.

In life there are regrets we will have to live with,
but we must learn to leave the past behind and realize it is something we can’t change.

In life there are people we will lose forever and can’t have back,
but we must learn to let go and move on.

In life there are going to be obstacles that will cause interference,
but we must learn to overcome these challenges and grow stronger.

In life there are fears that will hold us back from what we want,
but we must learn to fight them with the courage from within.

God holds our lives in his hands. He holds the key to our future.
Only he knows our fate.

He sees everything and knows everything.
Everything in life really does happen for a reason: “God’s Reason”

Poem of the Day – 01012024

2024/01/01Posted in ProseTagged Poem of the Day, poetry2 Comments

This Is A Daily Reminder by Nicolette

This is a daily reminder
To relax,
To not get angry over small things,
To stay calm.

This is a daily reminder
To be yourself,
To not care what people think,
To know you can be anything.

This is a daily reminder
To love yourself,
To not hurt yourself,
To not work yourself up.

This is a daily reminder
That you are beautiful,
That you are amazing,
That you will succeed.

This is a daily reminder
To always have hope,
To have faith,
To know everything will be okay.

This is a daily reminder
That you have made it so far already,
That you haven’t given up,
That whatever you’re doing is right,
And that you are going to be amazing.

Don’t give up.
Keep holding on and believing.

Nicolette. “This Is A Daily Reminder.” Family Friend Poems, March 7, 2015. https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/this-is-a-daily-reminder

Late Night Grooves #31

2023/12/302023/12/29Posted in Prose2 Comments

Tonight, on Late Night Grooves, we are featuring Elton John. I’m posting a few of my favorites.

Late Night Groove #30

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I’ve been in an oldies mood lately, so tonight on Late Night Grooves we are traveling back to 1972. May I present The Hollies.

Holiday Season Movie Playlist

2023/12/29Posted in ProseTagged Christmas, Cinema, daily exercise, Random Thoughts4 Comments

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

A few decades ago, I got tired of watching the same old holiday movies each year. I started ranting about it, because I’m a bit of a ranter. So, my late wife would roll her eyes and tell me to put in “Home Alone.” I mumbled under my breath and did what she asked.

The following year, I bought a used TV and set up an area in the basement. I dug out an old VCR and made a few tapes with my favorite movies. So, about a week before Christmas, I went to the basement and started my marathon. Over the years, I added and subtracted movies I always wanted to keep the list small.

Here is the current list:

Die Hard (1988)
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (2005)
Reindeer Games (2000)
Diner (1982)
The Ref (1994)
Wrong Turn at Tahoe (2009)
This Christmas (2007)
The Simple Life of Noah Dearborn (1999)
Passenger 57 (1992)
True Crime (1999)
An Arthurian Legend Movie – This year, it was King Arthur: The Legend of the Sword (2017)
A Shaft Movie – This year, it was Shaft (2019)

Twelve movies for the 12 days of Christmas and all that. Some of these movies have absolutely nothing to do with Christmas, but I like them, so I watch them. Be aware that each film is subject to substitution at any moment. Sometimes, I just don’t feel the movie that year. Normally, I don’t make it through the list. However, this year, because of my health, I finished early. Stay tuned for my starting the new year off right movie list.

Skywriting – 122720231602

2023/12/27Posted in ProseTagged Art, creative writing, daily exercise, Photography, poetry, Prose, Random Thoughts, skywriting, writing3 Comments

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

My body is healing, so I’ve been sleeping a lot. It’s strange how remarkable the body can be if you allow it to do its thing. I haven’t been able to get much done in these past weeks, but I’ve had the strength to create. This is a blessing in itself. I may never return to being the man I was before all this happened, but honestly, they may not be such a bad thing. In part, it’s because of him; I’m in this situation, and it’s also because of him; I know I can survive it. Who or what will I be after it is all said and done? Who knows? But it’s gonna be fun figuring things out.

Image Credit:

I took this photo a week before my health took a nose dive. I remember feeling horrible that day. However, I pushed through because I’m a tough guy and all that.

REBLOG: Nguyen Thi Phuong Tram’s Poem

2023/12/27Posted in ProseTagged REBLOGSLeave a comment

The title of this piece hits me hard in a place I thought was dead. At least, I would like to think so, for it requires me to slow down and feel the emotion swirling through me. Take a minute and read this piece, and write down how it makes you feel. Share if you like, but give it some thought.

http://nguyenthiphuongtram.com/2023/12/28/im-terrified-of-people-and-loneliness/

Late Night Groove – Holiday Edition #2

2023/12/252023/12/25Posted in Prose2 Comments

Twelve Days of Christmas Lyrics:

Bob- Okay, good day, this is our Christmas part of the album,
and you can play this at your Christmas parties, uh,
or to yourself on Christmas Eve, if there’s nothing else to do.

Doug- Good day, eh?
In case you thought, like, I wasn’t on this part!

Bob- Oh, I guarantee ya, you’d be on.
Okay, so, good day, this is the Christmas part, and,
we’re gonna tell you what to get, uh, your true love for Christmas.

Doug- Look out the window!

Bob- Where?! Whadda ya doing?

Doug- Snow, hosehead.

Bob- Wha? Oh, it’s the Great White North, and it’s snowing,
cause it’s Christmas time.
Hey, hoser!

Doug- What?

Bob- Here’s a quiz. Quiz for Doug.

Doug- Okay, I have my thinking touque on.

Bob- Yeah, right. What are the twelve days of Christmas?
Cause, figure it out, right. Christmas is when?

Doug- Uh, the 25th.

Bob- Right, and what’s the 24th, Christmas Eve, right?
So, that’s two. And then, what’s after that?

Doug- Um… Uh, Wrestling Day.

Bob- No. Get out.

Doug- Boxing Day, yeah, yeah.

Bob- That’s three. Then what’s after that? Nothing.

Doug- New Year’s.

Bob- Four. And what’s…

Doug- New Year’s Eve.

Bob- Five. Where do you get twelve?

Doug- Uh… There’s two Saturdays and Sundays in there, that’s four.
That’s nine. And, three other days, which I believe are the mystery days.
(Music starts.)

Bob- Okay now. This is our Christmas song,
in case you don’t know what to get somebody for Christmas.

Doug- There’s lots of ideas in here, so, listen, and don’t get stuck.

Bob- Okay.

Doug- By the way, that’s me on the organ.

Bob- Aw, geez.

Doug- You start.

Bob- Okay. On the first day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me: a beer.

Doug- On the second day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me: two turtlenecks,

Bob- And a beer. (Okay…) On the third day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me: three French toast,

Doug- Two turtlenecks,

Bob- And a beer. (Okay…)

Doug- There should be more there, eh?

Bob- Where? On the… go.

Doug- Fourth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me: four pounds of backbacon,

Bob- Three French toast,

Doug- Two turtlenecks,

Bob- And a beer.

Doug- In a tree. See, you need more.

Bob- Fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: five golden touques!

Doug- Four pounds of backbacon,

Bob- Three French toast,

Doug- Two turtlenecks,

Bob- And a beer, what was it?

Together- In a tree!

Bob- Okay, on the sixth… go.

Doug- Of Christmas, my true love gave to me: six packs of two-four,

Bob & BG Singers- Five golden touques!

Doug- Four pounds of backbacon,

Bob- Three French toast,

Doug- Two turtlenecks,

Bob- And a beer,

Together- In a tree!

Bob- Okay.

Doug- Okay.

Bob- On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me: seven packs of smokes,

Doug- (Nice gift…) Oh, six packs of two-four!
(BG Singers also sing “nice gift”.)

Bob & BG Singers- Five golden touques!

Doug- Four pounds of backbacon,

Bob- Three French toast,

Doug- Two turtlenecks,

Bob- And a beer,

Together- In a tree!

Bob- Right, I keep forgetting.

Doug- Phew! This should just be the two days of Christmas,
it’s too hard for us!

Bob- Um…

Doug- Go, hoser.

Bob- Oh.

Together- Eigth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:

Doug- Eight comic books,

All- Seven packs of smokes, six packs of two-four,
(Bob and Doug become unsynchronized with the BG Singers, and quit singing.)

BG Singers- Five golden touques!
Four pounds of backbacon,
three French toast,
two turtlenecks,

All- And a beer,

Doug- On my tree!

Bob- Yeah. That beer’s empty. Okay. Day,

BG Singers- Twelve!

Bob- Uh, twelve.

Doug- Good day, and welcome to day twelve.

BG Singers- Five golden touques!

All- Four pounds of backbacon,
three French toast,
two turtlenecks,
and a beer, in a tree!

Bob- Beauty, eh?

Doug- Where’d you learn to do that?

Bob- Uh, albums.

Doug- Boy. So, like, that’s our song, Merry Christmas…

Bob- Merry Christmas!

Doug- And good day!

Bob- Good day, everybody. Happy New Year, too.
Sheesh. Okay, you know what you left out?

Doug- What?

Bob- Donuts – I told you to get me donuts!
Either on the ninth day or the tenth day,
or the eleventh day, I wanted donuts!

Doug- Okay, the song’s over.

Bob- But I want…

Doug- Merry Christmas, everybody!

Bob- Or on the twelfth day, you coulda got me a dozen donuts.

Doug- So, go out to the stores, and get some presents.

Bob- You coulda gone down to, like, the good donut shop,
where if you buy a dozen, you get another one free,
and then thirteen for the thirteen days of Christmas.

Doug- Well, next Christmas, I’ll get me a chainsaw…

Bob- Take off!

Doug- Boy, that song was a beauty. It moved me…

Bob- Yeah, I think it ranks up there with Stairway to Heaven…

Doug- Wha-?

— Bob & Doug McKenzie

Late Night Groove #29

2023/12/24Posted in Prose6 Comments

I remember when the kids were home; then, the grandkid’s Christmas was absolutely chaotic. The wife and I needed a break at times. Then this episode, I’m featuring an old classic that will allow you to relax for a few moments.

Late Night Groove – Holiday Edition

2023/12/242023/12/24Posted in Prose4 Comments

Happy Holidays Everyone! As you might have figured, I’m not a traditional Christmas person. That fact used to drive my wife crazy. Gingerbread houses, candy canes, and everything was never my thing. Wait, those soft peppermint sticks and puffs are amazing so I make an exception for them. My alternate view of Christmas extends to Christmas music. So, over the next few days, I will be featuring some of my favorite non-traditional Christmas tunes on Late Night Grooves.

Tonight, we have the Run DMC Christmas classic, Christmas in Hollis.

Late Night Groove # 28

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Late Night Groove #27

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One of my favorite instrumentals. Enjoy!

REBLOG: Anh lại gần, em nhé

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A poem by E. E. CummingsTranslator: Trần Trí TuệPhotography: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Anh lại gần, em nhé (Em sẽ thét, đấy anh Chỉ một lần, được không) Vui ghê anh nhỉ Anh vuốt nhe em Vuốt lâu không anh Lâu thật lâu em tôi Cứ tuỳ tiện, anh ơi (Anh bắt đầu, em nhé […]
Anh lại gần, em nhé

REBLOG: Storytelling Exercise: Process – by Melissa Donovan…

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Storytelling Exercise: Process – by Melissa Donovan…

Late Night Groove #26

2023/12/132023/12/13Posted in Prose4 Comments

Today, I’m feeling the Rolling Stones, so tonight, I’m featuring one of my favorites from the band.

REBLOG: Pooroldhenry’s post

2023/12/13Posted in ProseTagged politics, writingLeave a comment

As I think about this article, I can see the validity of its argument. I can remember having very few male teachers in my education journey. It wasn’t until I attended university that I noticed the existence of more male teachers. I see another problem. In my work, I’ve noticed the absence of male role models or mentors. Regarding the absence of role models, I believe it has something to do with the erosion of trust. Put simply, people don’t trust others with their children anymore. I concede there is a reason for this erosion of trust, but it shouldn’t be blanketly applied.

In regard to the absence in the classroom, this has been an ongoing issue that has increased over time. Partly because I believe in society’s view of male teachers. Traditionally, males are viewed as the primary breadwinner and must provide a stable environment for their families. Though an honorable profession filled with rewards, teaching has historically been underpaid.

I find this article to be solidly written and filled with points. Take a few minutes to not only read it, but think about the issue Henry is addressing.

Gray – Male Teachers: The Road to Extinction

Late Night Groove #25

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RDP Tuesday – 12122023

2023/12/12Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, Prose, Random Thoughts, RDP, writing4 Comments

PROSE

My response to RDP – Tuesday prompt: Comedy

Perhaps it’s the absurdity of the sign. Are we to believe this man will actually pay for Karate lessons? Perhaps, on some measures, we respect his creativity. I’m reminded of a conversation I had with a panhandler. He approached me slowly, which put me on guard. Slow moving objects make me nervous. I must have given him a look because he stopped in his tracks. He asked for a cigarette; I nodded and signaled him to continue approaching. I handed him a cigarette. He looked at the cigarette and said he didn’t smoke non-methol. I started laughing and asked if he was serious. He handed me back the cigarette and said, “Hell yeah!” I shook my head and walked away.

I was at the car show working, and suddenly, this Yahoo told me to take his picture. I didn’t pay attention to the photo until he asked if I looked at it. Well, when I did, I saw this. So tonight, we were giving each other a hard time, and I told him I would post this photo. I always try to be a man of my word.

I’ve learned something over the last few months, life can be the greatest tragedy or a joyous comedy. The person living makes the choice.

REBLOG: Why the Protagonist Must Be a Problem-solver – by September Fawkes…

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Why the Protagonist Must Be a Problem-solver – by September Fawkes…

Skywriting – 120120231321

2023/12/01Posted in ProseTagged Art, creative writing, daily exercise, Photography, Random Thoughts, skywriting, Travel, writing6 Comments

PROSE – INTROSPECTION

It would seem my idiocracy has no bounds. It’s like I’ve become the type of person I never wanted to be. The kind of person I typically avoid at all costs. There are those among us who refuse to look at things thoroughly. They have a slanted view of the world and the events that occur within it. They refuse to accept certain truths and live in an alternate reality. It’s not even a cool one where there are flying cars and no sick people. It is a place where we live in harmonic lives, and “Rex,” the family golden retriever, always brings the ball back.

Now, life isn’t that way. There aren’t any flying cars yet, people get sick and sometimes die, and Rex, even though he still has the heart, doesn’t bring the ball back because he doesn’t have the legs for it anymore. In this reality, we face what comes: we laugh, we love, we cry, and most importantly, we fight. We do this for no other reason than to prove our time here mattered. Even if it only matters to ourselves. Trust me, it’s enough.

For the past several weeks, I’ve been ignoring the obvious. I’ve been ignoring; there’s a price to pay for my arrogance. When my health went into the toilet, I made several lifestyle changes and figured I would be good from there as long as I continued on the right track. Well, it didn’t quite work out that way. Yes, I must stay the course with the changes I made, but the negligence that caused the changes in the first place has done more than I had anticipated.

In short, pay attention to your body. Please don’t dismiss certain things as testaments of getting older. Yes, some things are due to age, but others aren’t. This isn’t something I read somewhere but something I learned the hard way.

Stay strong…Be Blessed…

Image Credit: by Mangus Khan. Last year when my body was talking to me, but I wasn’t listening.

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2023/11/282023/11/28Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, skywriting, writing2 Comments

PROSE – INTROSPECTION

I’m unsure if you have noticed, but I haven’t been posting a lot over the last week or so. It wasn’t due to the holidays, but I wish it had been. Despite all the progress I’ve made regarding my health, I developed a new issue. If I’m being honest, it’s that sporadically appeared over the years I just ignored. However, now it can’t be ignored. So, like a good little boy, I’m addressing the issue and taking it seriously. In case you were wondering, I’m also eating all my vegetables and stuff.

Despite my current challenges, I’ve been reading and attempting to develop new content for the blog. Yes, I’m aware some of you are waiting for me to finish several projects that currently exist on the blog. I assure you I have every intention to finish them, but I’m a bit scattered brain at the moment. My senior editor would say being scattered brain is normal for me, but even she had to admit the other day that my current state is a bit peculiar.

“Hush, and go to bed,” I believe were her words, but I have to admit there is a possibility they could have been harsher. She gets testy when it comes to my health. It’s weird. Yet, the writers among us, there are hardly many things worse than a testy editor.

Yet, I wonder if I continue being a good boy, will my lady pat me on the head and give me a treat?

REBLOG: 3 Tips For Writing When Overcome By Writer’s Block

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3 Tips For Writing When Overcome By Writer’s Block

Six Word Story – 11262023

2023/11/26Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, Six Word Story1 Comment

I feel next door to nothing.

Image Credit: Ashkan Foroduzani – Upsplash – original

Image Editing: Mangus Khan – Monochrome conversion

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It’s never too late to believe

Blessings and Gratitude

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I hope everyone had a wonderful day filled with blessings and joy. a lovely reminder of the blessings we constantly received.

Late Night Groove#24

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Late Night Groove #23

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Late Night Groove #22

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I became a fan of Johnny Cash late in life. He was Country and all that hooey. When I started deploying, we only had the music we brought. There wasn’t a public internet or any of the conveniences we have become accustomed to. So, we all listened to each other’s music over and over. Some were painful, but others not so much.

Ladies and Gentleman … Johnny Cash

One of my favorite songs

Whispers of the Dark #13

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PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

I’m brilliant on most days and an idiot on others. However, there are special moments when I’m both. Life balance, I know, crazy, right? However, what makes today one of those special moments is that I failed to consider the depth of concern others had for me. What I just said doesn’t make sense, but work with me for a moment.

I knew they were concerned, but I hadn’t realized it had approached the fear level. As we know, some people get mean when they are afraid. They can’t allow anyone to see them vulnerable. I can’t blame them; society has indoctrinated us into believing fear is evil and should be eradicated at all costs. So, I get it.

I certainly didn’t intend to worry anyone, but it happened. Now, I wonder how to fix it or make things better. I suppose the answer is simple. Take care of yourself and listen for once. For I would like to point out for the record, I am an amazing listener; I just do all the things I hear.

Once, I mistakenly made my wife aware of my superpower of being able to repeat verbatim what she’d said. In my mind, this was the move to shut this nonsense down. What was to follow can only be described as a teachable moment.

Lesson one:

1. Do not under any circumstances let your wife know you can remember everything she says. STOP! I DO NOT CARE! We have an acceptable preprogrammed excuse in play. Learn to roll with it. By all means, keep your mouth shut. I know this is difficult. Especially, when you are troubled by responses you made to her during the conversation she had with you in her head.

Acceptable exceptions for the display of your superpower. The sweet, cute, thoughtful, and aww-evoking moments in life. Use your powers during these moments and all life will be infinitely better. Let me be clear at this point. There can be no good to come from pointing out flaws in their logic just for the sake of doing so.

I learned this lesson from a friend, an old-school cat daddy, who took me under his wing and started dropping jewels. He had one eye gone, and the other looked as if it had seen better days, but they were fearful. So, I figured he might have something important to say.

“Youngblood, hey, Youngblood,” he said motioning for me to join him. I stood there momentarily considering what he could possibly want.

“I know you see me, get over here, before I got to get up.” He threatened. Dante’ Mays had done time in at least three different states on multiple occasions. The chances of him making good on his threat were good.

For the next 45 minutes, he explained his version of life lessons. This happened some time ago and I still find myself referring back to the conversation that day. I had seen his wife, she was the sweetest woman you would ever want to meet, but she had this gaze. I wondered if she might have been the reason he lost his eye.

Lesson Two:

Pay attention to lesson one. Learn it, Know it, Live it.

Always listen to the whispers of the dark. They just might save you.

REBLOG: Recording References – Guest Post by Jaq D Hawkins…

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I was reading Timeline by Michael Crichton and it was the first time, I remember seeing a bibliography in a novel. Like a good little geek, I checked every source. Now, it wasn’t like I thought Mr. Crichton had gotten anything wrong, it was for research purposes. You see I’m building a time machine in my basement and I need all the help I can get. This is a solid article another tool we as writers can add to our toolbox.

This is one for the non-fiction writers, though keeping a record could be useful for fiction writers who might use some facts, such as in fiction based on historical events or any story set in a real life place. Keeping a record of sources for facts can save you loads of time, even if you […]
Recording References – Guest Post by Jaq D Hawkins…

Java & Verse #6

2023/11/17Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, Java & Verse, poetry, writing2 Comments

One of my favorite forms of writing is poetry. For years I have been trying to figure why? Perhaps, in it’s many forms it represents the truth of us. The truth that is only told within the lines we write. There’s something majestic about poetry that can’t be explained in words no matter how hard we try. But at least we can do is highlight one of its many forms.

Acrostic Poems

Acrostic poems are a unique and creative expression used for centuries to captivate readers and convey profound messages. In this article, we will delve into the format of acrostic poems, exploring their structure, techniques, and the power they hold in making meaning come alive.

What is an Acrostic Poem?

An acrostic poem is a type of poetry where the first letter of each line when read vertically, spell out a word, phrase, or name. This format adds depth and meaning to the poem, as the chosen word or phrase often serves as a theme or central idea.

The Structure of Acrostic Poems:

Acrostic poems typically consist of multiple stanzas, with each line beginning with a letter that contributes to the hidden word or phrase. The number of lines in each stanza can vary, depending on the poet’s preference and the length of the word or phrase used.

Techniques for Crafting Acrostic Poems:

Choosing the central word or phrase: The first and most crucial step in creating an acrostic poem is selecting the word or phrase that will be spelled out vertically. This choice sets the tone and theme of the poem. Brainstorming: Once the central word or phrase is chosen, the poet can brainstorm words, phrases, or ideas associated with each letter. This helps in constructing meaningful and coherent lines for the poem. Wordplay and creativity: Acrostic poems allow for wordplay and creativity, as poets can experiment with different ways to express their thoughts and emotions within the constraints of the format.

The Power of Acrostic Poems:

Expressing hidden meanings: Acrostic poems provide an opportunity to subtly convey hidden meanings or messages within the poem. This adds an element of intrigue and depth to the reading experience. Engaging the reader: The format of acrostic poems engages the reader’s curiosity and encourages them to actively participate in deciphering the hidden word or phrase. It creates a sense of interaction between the poet and the reader. Enhancing memorability: Acrostic poems have a unique quality that makes them memorable. The deliberate arrangement of letters and the challenge of uncovering the hidden word or phrase leaves a lasting impression on the reader.

Example

Wailing
Howls
Incongruity
Solitude’s
Perdurable
Exemplary
Resolve

Six Word Story – 11162023

2023/11/16Posted in ProseTagged daily exercise, Six Word Story, writing5 Comments

Today, I going to combine a couple challenges.

The photo is from K.L. Caley’s #WRITEPHOTO PROMPT.

*That’s a creepy looking treehouse, right?*

Mixed Music Bag – Wk 38 – Nazareth

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I found this challenge during my daily reading.

My response to Glyn’s challenge. N for November

Nazareth is a Scottish hard rock band formed in Dunfermline in 1968. My favorite jam from them is Love Hurts

REBLOG: Tightening Our Prose: Filter Words

2023/11/13Posted in Prose6 Comments

I found this post while reading another article. Sometimes, you just sorta stumble into stuff. I read the article and was shocked on how much it applied to me. Excellent article. Check it out!

storyempire.com/2023/08/14/tightening-our-prose-filter-words/

Brothers in Arms

2023/11/11Posted in Photography, ProseTagged daily exercise, photo editing, Photography, Prose, Stories in Monochrome5 Comments

PROSE – VETERAN’S DAY REFLECTION

I’ve said on this blog that we have two families in life. The one we are born with and the one we choose. This concept has always been more than words for me. It’s been the way I was raised, and I live still. Today, Veteran’s Day, I going to take a moment and showcase my brothers.

These yahoo’s on each side of me are veterans.

The above picture is one of the few times we were together. Our lives are hectic, but we made it happen that day. The gentleman flashing the peace sign is the oldest. He was in the Marine Corps and whipped my skinny butt into shape before Army basic training. On the opposite side, he was in the Army Signal Corps and taught me what it meant to be a member of the Signal Corps. Their guidance and toughness laid the cornerstone of who I am.

Each of these men also served in the military; the top three were in the Navy, and my cousin was in the Army. These men helped me put the pieces back together again after my wife died. They reminded me who I was and what I stood for. I’m indebted to them for life.

As veterans, service and duty aren’t things we are born to; it’s what we learn. In many ways, we are the better for it. In others, that is a cost. Some more than others, but a cost, just the same. During the time we wore the uniform, we did our thang. Nothing or no one can take that away from us. It’s an honor to be among you all.

Happy Veteran’s Day

We Salute You

2023/11/11Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, Prose, Veterans Day6 Comments

I woke up this morning fired up. Another glorious day to be above ground. I started this off like this …

I jammed this song before many missions

REBLOG: Why Do You Write?

2023/11/07Posted in Prose4 Comments

REBLOG: WITH A RESPONSE TO THE POST

Why Do You Write?

I was overvisiting Anita’s blog, catching up on my reading. I’m so far behind. I came across two of her posts concerning writing. This particular blog post struck a nerve. I’ve been considering retiring from the workforce and packing up my truck, camera, cat, and grandson to shoot some pictures. Though photography is a favorite hobby, I’ve considered doing more with it.

Despite the joy I receive from on-the-road shooting pictures, photography alone doesn’t do it for me. I need to write every day. I don’t have any control over this compulsion. I’m a slave to it, so to speak. I had a pen in my hand long before I had a camera. However, I have discussed my feelings about writing. I can’t say for sure if I discussed why I write clearly.

I can’t point to one reason for writing simply. However, I think I can describe what happens when I write. When it come to writing, I used to confess the echoes of madness from the crevasses of my mind. It tames my demons. It’s like I feel them settling down in front of the fireplace with a cup of tea and opening to the page of the current book they are reading. Yes, of course, my demons read. I don’t particularly care for their favorite genres, but we make work.

Writing is how I clear the thoughts whispered to me throughout the day. I can relax. I can feel like a regular person, even if it’s only until I finish a chapter. I have to tell stories, or I’ll lose my mind. It’s my way of separating the negative thoughts from the positive ones. I understand the necessity of the existence of both. Writing is how I attempt to find the balance I so desperately need.

REBLOG: Write Better Action Scenes: Make It About the Characters – by K.M. Weiland…

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Write Better Action Scenes: Make It About the Characters – by K.M. Weiland…

Late Night Groove #21

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Six Word Story – 11022023

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PROSE

The beginning of my psychosis … sighs!

Late Night Groove #20

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Songs sung off key and we don’t give a damn. We sing them anyway.

Late Night Groove # 19

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I couldn’t resist being a little cheesy. Here are some Halloween classics

Worn out carpet, Bubble baths, and the Boob Tube

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Here are this week’s questions (which are nothing to do with Halloween):

Do you have carpets, rugs, laminating flooring, tiles, or wooden floors (or something else) in your property. I always wanted shag carpet. Only because I liked the name. I enjoyed how it sounded when I said it. Currently, I have an old single ply carpet. I’m pretty sure it screams each time I walk into the kitchen. However, my preferred flooring is wooden floors. I love the coolness on the bottom of my feet as I walk through the house in the winter. How it feels as it warms after I get the fireplace going.
Do you have a bathtub and separate shower, or a combination of the two? Back during the fancy years, I had a stand alone shower. It worked great in the mornings. Waiting for your turn in the bathroom blows. I had a house full of daughters, so bathroom time was precious. Now, I have run of the mill garden variety combo. Nothing fancy, but it gets the job done.
What is your favourite room of the house, and why?
My office. This is where the magic happens. This place I can go and be myself. I get to create some of the most amazing things. Like the boy who’s afraid to talk to the girl of his dreams because he has one leg longer than the other. Something you don’t even notice unless he tells you.

Mr. Crabtree has been sitting by the window over medicated for six months. He doesn’t complain because somewhere in the back of his mind, he feels he deserves this fate. He watches the night nurses grope one another. He hears them talking about how stoned he is. How he couldn’t tell a soul about what he sees. Then, one day, everything changes. He smells a hint of lilac and lavender. A soft, loving voice is speaking in his ear. He can’t believe this person is talking to him. This was the day he met Rose.
How many televisions do you have? too many. 4 total. 2 for watching the tele and 2 serve as monitors for my desktop

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2023/10/312023/10/31Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, Six Word Story, WDYS7 Comments

I’ve never done one of these before, but I enjoy them. I think it has something to do with the brevity of it. The power of less is more. So, true to fashion I will combine a few challenges. Let’s see if I get any of them right.

The picture is courtesy of the Melissa Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge

Love, devotion, sacrifice by any means

REBLOG: The Rise and Fall of Solomon – Wisdom In All Things

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Currently, I was research for an essay discussing wisdom and humanity and I came across this lovely article discussing King Solomon. Give it a read.

The rise and fall of Solomon centers on how a divided heart can destroy a kingdom. Only God’s ways result in God’s desired outcomes.
— Read on www.wisdominallthings.com/the-rise-and-fall-of-solomon/

Cash, Chess pie, and a Well Fitted Suit

2023/10/302023/10/31Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, Random Thoughts, Share your world, writing3 Comments

Share Your World – 16th October.

Here are this week’s questions:

What is your favourite dessert? This is a difficult question for me because I’m diabetic. So, officially I hate dessert. However, before diabetes, I had a three dessert rotation depending on the situation. For quick fixes, there are freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. They must be soft, not the crunchy kind. Most store brought brands are trash. However, there is a Canadian brand that is quite nice. Secondly, Pecan pie, is there anything more that needs to be said about its scrumptiousness. Lastly, my mother-in-law’s Chess pie. Now, this might take a minute because my mouth is watering thinking about it. She stopped making them when she reached her eighties, and my brother-in-law took over the baking duties. I love him, but he’s fired.
Do you still use cash to pay for goods? Not really much anymore. Perhaps I should. The world of electronic currency is a little unsettling. However, it’s hard to remain old school when you have vendors who don’t take cash. Get this? They have the nerve to charge you a convenience fee.
Apart from a house, car, or holiday, what is the most expensive thing you’ve purchased? My video equipment, my Sony FS-5, and Macbook Pro lead the charge. If we add the peripherals, the price is ridiculous. However, it’s been several years, and the equipment is still very well. So, with the quality, I pretty much forgot about the price.
If you are going out for a special occasion, what is your favoured outfit? Any special occasion I wear a tailored suit and shirt.

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2023/10/30Posted in Poetry, ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, Random Thoughts, skywriting, writing2 Comments

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

I feel like writing today. There have been so many days where I didn’t feel it, but wrote anyway. I can’t explain or put my finger on the difference. I’m unsure if I need to or if it’s all that important. What’s important to me right now is that I’m feeling it. Today, I not going to fight it.

Perhaps, it’s because

I saw the Moon in a clear blue sky.
So close I could touch it.
It has magical powers, they say
I believe them.

Perhaps it’s because

I saw the clouds glow when they were touched by the Sun.
A bird chirped as it flew by
A stray cat rubbed against my leg
I had a meeting with a friend that didn’t suck

I don’t know why today feels this way, but strap in.

REBLOG: Nguyen Thi Phuong Tram’s

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I keep returning to this piece because it speaks to my current needs. I really need to let go of so many things that I’ve held on to for so long. It almost seems like I might be cutting away a part of me. Yes, I’ve held them for that long. Sometimes I wonder why we covet the chaos of madness rather than the serenity of sanity. Great piece here!

http://nguyenthiphuongtram.com/2023/10/31/with-intention-i-will-trim-and-cut/

REBLOG: The Creative Chic’s poem

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This is a powerful piece. It fills me with sadness, love, and hope. It reminds me of when my wife died and how much I loved her. I never got to say goodbye, but I hope someday she will be able to look the way she did and tell me I’m still crazy… just crazy!

In every lifetime

RC Cola, Moon pies, and the loss of Innocence

2023/10/292023/10/31Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, Share your world, writing2 Comments

Share Your World 2nd October Response.

Here are this week’s questions:
1. When you were a child, did you have your friends round for tea even if it wasn’t your birthday? Were you invited to stay for tea at a friend’s house? I was raised in America, so the only we had was Sun Tea. Which consisted of placing Lipton tea bags in a large jar and sitting it on the porch. I forgot about sweet tea. We love our sweet tea and lemonade. The closest thing to what this question asked is my friends and I would scrouge change and go down to the filling station to buy RC Cola and a Moon Pie. We’d sit on the curb eating our pie and drinking our pop, like kings of the four blocks that comprised our neighborhood.

2. What was your first job in adult life? I joined the military right out of high school. There is nothing more to say about that.

3. Do you enjoy shopping (food, clothes, gifts etc)? I hate shopping for the most part. I mainly purchase books and electronics. Used bookstores are my happy place. I must remain calm when I find a treasure I have been looking for months. Weirdly, people stare at you like you’re a lunatic when you get all excited about a book find. As a child, they would shake their heads with looks of pity on their faces. I would overhear them saying, “Don’t stare! I told you about staring at God’s special people. That poor child.” For a while, I didn’t know they were talking about me. When I did discover it, I whooped a little louder.

4. What was the best bargain you ever got? I’m not sure if this is considered a bargain or not. Since the word bargain is a bit subjective. It really depends on the person and the item. I walked into a pawn shop once and saw a stack of LP’s on the shelf for sale. The stack was riddled with no name band in the last twenty years, but as I reached the bottom of the pile, I struck gold. I found an original pressing of Howlin Wolf’s London Sessions. Quickly, I took it to the counter to purchase. Turns out the owner of the store was an old friend from back when we both had hair, and our eyes hadn’t seen all the things we had. In a way, back when we were both innocent.

Late Night Groove # 18

2023/10/28Posted in Prose2 Comments

In light of my previous post, I feel this track is relevant. Tonight’s Late Night Groove is Born to be Wild by Steppenwolf.

You’re not Living Up to Your Potential, Young Man.

2023/10/28Posted in Challenges, ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, writing2 Comments

Here is my response to the Share Your World challenge

Do you remember your first teacher at school? Of course, I do! How can I forget the woman who introduced me to nap time on a blue and red mat with white trim? Looking back, It seems I was destined to sleep on the ground on a foam mat, much thinner I might add. In the military, I didn’t sleep when I was supposed to either. Despite this, my first teacher was pretty cool. She visited me in the hospital after my gymnast attempt fiasco.
What was your best and worst subjects? I can’t remember my best subject I pretty much sucked at all of them. I do remember being bored for most of grade school. However, there were a few high points. The Monarch butterfly and acting out plays. There was a girl who was stupid smart who always would read a book and turn it into a play. I think we were in the third grade. She is probably some famous playwright or something. I’d look her up if I could just remember her name. Susie, Blanche, Mara, none of those sound right. I’m going to chuck that one into the L column.
Were you encouraged in class or did you just muddle along? Of course, I was encouraged I went to a great school. However, I did muddle along. This is when I heard the statement that followed me for the rest of my academic career. “Young man, you are working at your potential.” Nearly every teacher either said it to my mother’s face, which by the way were dark times for me, or wrote on my report card. My mother worked her butt off. Here I was playing around in school. I had one job, you know?
Would you like to be a student today? I pretty much have outgrown a good portion of my shenanigans, however, I still pepper a bit of high jinxes for flavor. I wouldn’t want anyone who knew me back then to think I’m reformed or something. One of my teachers attended one of my lectures, years ago. She waited until after I finished and came up to me. She had this expression that mixed with confusion and pride all at once. She asked if I was the little that gave her such a hard time in english class. I was taken back by the question. I was lecturing somewhere other than my hometown so I wasn’t expecting someone to actually know me.

She was an older version of herself. She hadn’t put weight and looked rather striking for her age. I smiled and nodded. She hugged me and we had coffee. I started going on about Gordon Weaver and she rolled right with me. Then the phone came out and it was picture time. Children, grandchildren, and have you been occupied the remainder of our conversation. As she left, she paused and looked back, and told me she always believed in me. Then she turned and walked away.

If I had believed in myself, perhaps, it wouldn’t have taken me so long to get things going in the right direction.

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2023/10/27Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, Prose, skywriting, writing4 Comments

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

Yesterday, when I was working on the post, Bedlam & Mayhem, I had no idea what was going on in the world at the time. I met a woman once who talked about the world being connected by what she called vibrations. At the time, I was too young to understand what she meant by the statement.

I’m unsure if I understand the statement now. I must admit when I encounter things that fall in this category. Let me be clear: I’m referring to when you feel strongly about a subject and write something about it. Whether or not you publish your thoughts about the subject. The important thing is writing about a subject that’s happening, and you have no prior knowledge of its occurrence as you write. This reminds me of the title of Norman Mailer’s book on writing called “The Spooky Art.”

Honestly, this has happened more than I care to admit. I don’t have any special powers or anything like that. find it peculiar you can write about something so moving, and it’s actually happening. It’s almost like every story is waiting to be heard. If you allow me to be a little more hippie-dippy for a moment, I remember hearing once that magic still exists, but we as people forgot about it and forgotten how to tap into it.

After some research, I discovered there had been a mass shooting in over seven major cities over the past weekend. I don’t have the words. Perhaps we can start with spooky. For both the events and the writing about them.

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2023/10/24Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, skywriting, writingLeave a comment

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

Insomnia is back. It was harder than usual this time as if she had something to prove. Like I had been two-timing her that slut Slumber, her word, not mine. The truth is Slumber has been good as of late. Her tender caresses lulled me into a much needed state. My body has been enduring a special kind of hell brought on by my devotion to Insomnia. In the wee hours of the morning, I lay there staring at the ceiling as if some cosmic truth would be revealed at any moment. The answer to an unasked existential question would materialize from the shadows. My notebook lay open at my desk. My Parker lay next to it.

“Psst…Psst.” I heard the Parker whisper.

I refused to surrender to temptation. I stayed strong. I am committed to the cause of what I don’t know. I’m so tired I don’t care.

Dawn’s arrived; her light caressed my body and whispered my name, “Mangus! Mangus!” Each time, a little louder in her honey voice. I raise my head, but Slumber pulls me back. I felt her warm breath across my ear, and then I felt a flick of her tongue on my ear lobe. I resist and sit on the edge of the bed. I look back at her. Her gaze is majestic, her touch serene.

“Go, I’ll be here when you get back,” she whispered.

I yawn and head out the door.

Late Night Groove #17

2023/10/232023/10/23Posted in Prose7 Comments

I pumped a lot of iron listening to this song. I don’t understand why I’ve been moved so much by this track. Perhaps it was because I felt like a zombie after returning from deployment. I’ve been listening to it while I wrote these posts tonight. It still has a hold on me. It’s powerful yet soothing. The words seem to be flowing. Tonight’s Late Night Groove is Zombie by The Cranberries.

Late Night Groove #16

2023/10/222023/10/22Posted in Prose4 Comments

Usually, on Late Nigh Groove, I post favorites from the past. However, tonight, I’ve decided to post a track from a current artist. Tonight’s track is Machine Gun by Badflower. I’ve seen this band several times, and they are great. I’d love to see where their talent will take them.

Late Night Groove #15

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Since it’s Saturday night, I figured I would share a few, just a few of my favorite songs about Saturday night. It’s weird that I typically listen to them anytime other than Saturday night. Most of these songs are from my youth. I was watching MTV in front of my parents’ floor model television. I wore out cassette tapes playing these songs on boomboxes and car stereos. I remember being sweaty from dancing on the dance floor with my latest crush. I hope you enjoy them like I did.

There’s So Much To Do

2023/10/212023/10/21Posted in Prose, The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2094, Prose, The Daily's7 Comments

Daily writing prompt

Do lazy days make you feel rested or unproductive?

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PROSE – DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

Today, I realized I don’t have the mindset to have a lazy day and relax. I grew up believing you worked hard throughout the week and did chores around the house on the weekends. Saturday was the primary day of work. Sunday, I finished things up and prepared for the upcoming week. This logic has been the way, and I find no fault in its structure.

It’s strange how life can change your perspective on things whether you like it or not. I’ve mentioned my recent illness, which has caused me to change my lifestyle. Well, I am attempting to change it. Old habits are hard to break. I require much more rest than usual. I’m napping frequently and not getting a damn thing done. WTF, I appear to be getting soft. I can’t be having that. However, I must be honest with myself.

Honestly, I view my lack of progress in my chores around the house as unproductive, but in reality, getting a proper rest is very productive. I just need to be patient with myself.

Skywriting – 102120231733

2023/10/21Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, skywriting, writing4 Comments

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

It’s been a long week; I wasn’t sure I would make it. Work wasn’t particularly stressful, but I struggled mentally to get through it. I had a photoshoot yesterday, and I’d forgotten how physically taxing photoshoots can be. It was an open area shoot of a fantastic community event. I felt alive until the end of the day. My shoulders ached, and my legs felt like rubber. I fell asleep trying to process the photos from the shoot.

Despite the struggle, I got some beautiful shots I wish I could share but can’t. I didn’t have the opportunity to shoot any artistic shots. I was too busy, and I still haven’t regained all the strength from my recent illness. So today, I’m worn out. However, it’s through strife that we gain strength of character. Also, each day is a blessing and not a curse. Stay strong and keep fighting.

Skywriting – 101720231326

2023/10/17Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, skywriting, writingLeave a comment

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

Sometimes, the day just sucks. That’s how it is. No amount of positive affirmations can wipe away the stench of the day. Politics instead of actually doing something that matters. We can’t actually help some one. We play the role of helping and wait for the smiles of gratitude for your faux assistance. You drown in a vat of your own contempt.

A woman walking the halls we like she owns the place. Not because she is being rude or commanding, but because we are willing to give here whatever she needs. You don’t have an option, its just the right thing to do. I watch the plastic people trip over themselves and I continue watching, wondering …What I have to do?

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Late Night Groove #14

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Tonight, on Late Night Groove, we are traveling back to 1969. The band we know as Chicago was formed in 1967. However, when they were formed they were called the Chicago Transit Authority. In 1969, they released their debut album. Here is one of my favorite tracks from that album.

Late Night Groove # 13

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Tonight on Late Night Groove, we are traveling to 1973 to play a track from one of my favorite albums. Herbie Hancock has always been a visionary when it came to music. My generation remembers break dancing or pop-locking to Rock It. I must have played that 12-inch to death. I remember my mother cringing each time she heard the opening. Luckily, my mother was a music lover; I’m convinced this is where I got my love for music.

The Madre had a sneaky side; she laid out various jazz albums around the house for me to find. This is when I discovered Herbie Hancock had more music out there than the music I knew. In 1973, he released an album entitled Headhunters, which featured the standard “Watermelon Man.” Though I love the track, I prefer a track I discovered on the B-Side of a 12-inch from my collection. The track is called “Chameleon”. This track is over 15 minutes long, but I find myself getting lost in the magic of it.

Late Night Groove #12

2023/10/122023/10/12Posted in Prose4 Comments

I remember the first time I heard this song. I fell in love with it instantly. I was so young, but it felt like this song was going to be the title track to life. In many ways, I think it has been.

It is funny how some songs stick with us for a lifetime, even though how we feel about them changes. Somehow, they remain important. However, it’s freaky how some music that meant so much to us at the time, when played again years later, doesn’t hit the same. Isn’t it like that for everything?

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The Lucidity of Silence – Scene 2

2023/10/10Posted in Fiction, ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Fiction, flash fiction, Prose2 Comments

PROSE – FICTION

The leaves on the trees rustled as the squirrels playfully chased each other limb to limb. In the forest, there was a clearing. A woman reading from a book sat in this clearing next to some fallen branches. The woman dressed in a habit, and the book was small in size but limitless in wisdom and Grace. These two things served as a beacon rescuing her from herself. She was on a path to Perdition’s Cathedral because she had lost hope. It was the fallen oak branch to her right that she first saw him. He was lost in the confines of the world painted inside bounded papyrus. He sat there so serenely as he brushed his from his face. She instantly knew that she loved him.

It seemed like one of those fairy tale moments you read about or see at a picture show. A moment when it’s clear you could love someone for an eternity and be the better for it. Grace smiled as she remembered plopping down on the branch beside him. She was so nervous but summoned the courage to ask his name. From the look in his eyes, they were the deepest brown; Grace could tell that he felt the same way. She remembered being overwhelmed and delighted like nothing before. They talked until the settling of the sun. Together, they walked hand in hand in silence, taking in sunset wonders from the edge of the ridge.

Exhaling in contentment, they parted ways to return home. Over the next several months, they continued their talks. They took turns reading from the book and discussing what each passage meant. After several months, they expressed their silent feelings for one another. It was the heavens danced in praise. The birds sang the sweetest ballad, and the sun brightened. It became clear to them that destiny had spoken. It became that they were to be together forever.

One day, the gloomiest it had been since they met. Her soul mate sat on a log, clearly troubled. He broke the news to her that he was to leave her. Her heart sank into a fathomless abyss. He explained he had to fight for truth, justice, and freedom. These were necessary for love to be the strongest in the world. None of this eased the pain of her wounded heart. None of this comforted her tormented soul. They kissed and hugged each other tight. They never wanted to let go of each other. Watching him walk away that day was like watching her soul walk away.

Grace had no idea she would never see him again after that day. At least, she had no idea she’d ever admit openly. It is something about when you are about to lose someone you truly love. You just know it. Nothing can truly explain this except the one who walked this path. They are the people who have stood there waiting for a glance to quiet their screaming fears. They stand praying for just one more chance to see them. Unfortunately, it is a chance that sometimes never comes.

Now, the woman has devoted her life to the service of the Father. Now, she has faith in something more substantial than her pain. Each day is different than the last. Each moment, she learns to ease her pain through his Grace. Somehow, through the misery, the deceit, and the pain, she looks for the good in the world. She must pray for guidance to help the less fortunate. Each day, in each moment of prayer, she hopes through corridors of pain that she can help another on the path to Perdition’s Cathedral.

~thanks for reading~

The Lucidity of Silence – 1

2023/10/09Posted in Fiction, ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Fiction, flash fiction, Prose, writing6 Comments

PROSE – FLASH FICTION

The wooden rocking chair creaks against the porch in perfect time with the living clock on the wall: Tick, tick, tick. Carol Oxford sat on her porch, looking at the sky, lost in her thoughts about what she had seen in her lifetime. The memories of everything she had lived through. It had been such a wonderful life long from being over if she had anything to say about it.

In seven years, just seven years, she would have witnessed a century come and go. Seven years go so quickly, but so many things could happen. In the past seven years, she had buried over thirty of her friends and loved ones. And now, Roger? She had built her entire world with Roger. He called home to the Father. A smile came across her face as she wondered why the Father didn’t let him get those orchids planted this year. He would have loved to get the orchids before he left. His shovel and pail still sat where he left them as if she was waiting to return and finish the planting.

Sassy still runs out every morning to see if he returned. Then, she comes to the porch and sits on the step as if waiting for him to leave the barn. The woman understands her dog’s action because she still makes the coffee at dawn and pours two cups. As she drinks her coffee, she often wonders why the Father left her here. Why didn’t he take her at the same time or shortly after? Then she would smile as she remembered what her husband would say about that,

“Honey, there are things certain in life, Death and change. You may not like the change, but you can’t control it. No more than you are in control of the life’s ticking clock. So Honey, the best thing to do is be the best person you can, as long as you can.”

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~be well everyone~

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We have to do better; we are better!

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The Song of the Idiot by Rainer Marie Rilke

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Imitation

Poet: Edgar Allan Poe

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~We need to shout this from the rooftops! NO MORE!~

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Heroes Weep Before Leaving by CS Crockett

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Renewed By The Morning Light by Patricia A Fleming

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Faith And Courage In Life by Angie M Flores

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This Is A Daily Reminder by Nicolette

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