Lizard Boy: Timmy Sinclair

2024/03/102024/03/16Posted in Fiction, ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, fantasy, Fiction, Photography, RDP, short-story, SocS, writing7 Comments

CHALLENGE RESPONSE – FICTION

Chapter 1

A boy named Timmy Sinclair lived in a bustling city named Licksville, known far and wide for his extraordinarily large tongue. Timmy was no ordinary boy, and his tongue was no ordinary tongue. It was the size of a baguette, supple like a gymnast’s and versatile like an artist’s palette.

From an early age, Timmy realized that his large tongue was not a curse but a blessing. He discovered he could use his tongue for tasks that others could not. He could taste the subtlest of flavors in food, making him the best judge in town for cooking competitions. He could also use his large tongue to help clean out jars and reach places his hands could not.

In school, Timmy was the star of the science fair. He used his tongue to demonstrate how taste buds worked, making science fun and exciting. His classmates admired him, and his teachers praised him for his creativity. Unfortunately, not everyone saw Timmy’s tongue that way.

Summer ended, and school began. Timmy was excited. He couldn’t wait for his next adventures. When he arrived at homeroom on the first day, there were two new students: one girl and one boy. Timmy took a seat and waited. He wanted to know everything about the girl. She had long raven hair, caramel-colored skin, and the most enchanting eyes he had ever seen.

Ms. Rowster came into the room, and they settled down for attendance. Timmy barely could contain himself as he anxiously waited to hear the name of this beautiful girl. When Ms. Rowster got to her name, she asked her to stand up and tell the class a little about herself. She did.

“Hello. My name is Simin Karimi, and I’m from Detriot,” Simin said, then sat down.
Timmy felt she had the most beautiful voice to accompany the rest of her beauty.

Ms. Rowster did the same with the new boy as well. He stood and cleared his throat, “I’m Brad Zigler from Ohio. I know everyone has heard of Zigler cheese, right? Brad asked. A few nodded in agreement while the others sat in quiet bewilderment.

They were all sixteen, but Brad stood over 6 feet and had a large nose, freckles, and a fiery beard. Due to his size and attitude, he had already started gaining friends. Timmy knew he would be one of the most popular kids in school before long.

At lunch, Timmy sat at his usual table, watching Simin’s every move, hoping she would sit at his table. Marcy Busch slapped Timmy on the shoulder.

“Who’s that?” Marcy asked.

“S S S imin,” Timmy shuttered. He was a little tongue-tied, as they say. He felt strange because he never shuttered a day in his life. Marcy looked puzzled at Timmy, then Simin. Marcy motioned for Simin to sit with them. Timmy shifted uncomfortably but managed a smile. Marcy introduced herself.

Marcy and Simin chatted away while eating, picking at their food, if you can call it eating. They were well on their way to being fast friends. Timmy sat quietly, nodding and smiling at the appropriate times. Timmy noticed Simin kept glancing and smiling at him. This made Timmy nervous. Here is the most beautiful girl, and he’s suddenly tongue-tied.

“Stop being rude!” Marcy said as she nudged on the shoulder. Timmy tried to say something, but his tongue got in the way. It felt like it filled his entire mouth. Timmy had never experienced this before. Marcy’s comment didn’t help matters.

“So, you see a pretty girl, huh?” Marcy asked.

“You’ve been talking my ear off since first grade. Geez, thanks,” she smiled. Her cobalt blue eyes sparkled when she smiled, and her smile always seemed to do the trick when Timmy got nervous. Marcy made him feel safe.

“Hey, Simin,” Timmy finally managed. Simin smiled.

“Oh my god! So you’re the freak people have been whispering about!” a voice exclaimed. They looked up, and it was Brad Zigler with a horrified expression.

“What are you? Some sort of lizard?” he exclaimed.

Timmy blushed, and his eyes filled with tears. Before he knew it, Marcy had sprung from the table, kneeing Brad, and delivered a well-practiced right cross—the signature move she picked up when she developed breasts at 12. Marcy explained that once all the women in her family had a nice set of girls, her mother, and grandmother taught her the move in case the boys got handsy. Nanna said boys “always get handsy.”

Marcy stood Brad silently, her brunette hair tied in a ponytail. Brad groaned in pain as he clutched his private area. Marcy stepped toward him, and Brad scooted away with his held up in surrender. Marcy turned to look at Timmy. Her pale alabaster skin was rose-colored. Her eyes were like fire. Yet, they softened when Timmy looked up at her. She stood 5 feet even.

“Bullies give me the sweet ass!” she exclaimed as she retook her seat. Marcy didn’t make eye contact with anyone, then whispered, “Sorry.” Simin squeezed her hand. “Marcy, you’re wicked fast. Next time, can you save me some?” Simin asked jokingly. They all chuckled as they left the lunchroom.

Author’s Note:

Today, I felt good enough to write a little fiction. I hope you don’t mind. So, I combined a couple of hosted challenges I felt worked for the story. The third challenge was one I had for myself, and it was two-fold. Primarily, I’ve been writing light non-fiction for the last few weeks. I needed to know if my fiction tools still worked in something light. I also challenged myself to see if my depictions of the characters in this could used with AI image generation. The answer to the latter is yes. Overall, I’m pleased with the image outcome. As for the former, it felt good writing, but I will leave it up to you guys. Should I continue this corky tale? I wrote more, in case you are wondering. Or hit delete and move on to another project?

Prompts used for this story:

SocS: Hosted by Linda Hill – Words starting with “signa”

Ragtag Daily Prompts: Sunday (safe); Thursday (Lizard)

The challenge words are hyperlinked to their origins. I hope you guys enjoy this corky little tale

Weekend Writing Prompt #354

2024/03/092024/06/06Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, Prose, Weekend Writing Prompt, writingLeave a comment

CHALLENGE RESPONSE – PROSE

Here is my response to the Weekend Writing Prompt hosted by Sammi Cox. This is my first time participating. I hope I get right.

In the quietude of twilight, a solitary tap resonates through the empty corridors, echoing off the dimly lit walls. It’s a gentle, rhythmic sound, almost musical as if the universe itself were keeping time. With each tap, memories flicker, casting shadows that dance in the mind’s eye. It’s a moment of connection, a simple, unassuming tap that bridges past and present, conjuring a symphony of silent reflections.

My Health

2024/03/08Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1858, The Daily's, writing6 Comments

What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

Over the last six months, I’ve experienced tremendous health issues. So, for the next six months, my biggest challenge is to maintain the progress I’ve made. I Have to learn to be patient and sit my stubborn butt down and heal. Well, that’s easier said than done.

Splinters of My Mind

2024/03/07Posted in Challenges, ProseTagged creative writing, Prose, writing2 Comments

CHALLENGE RESPONSE

Here is my answer to The Question of the Night #2

Where do you go to escape stress?

I’ve always been told I had a healthy imagination, so it is there I retreat to in times of stress. And this image is a representation of things going on a moment ago. Who knows what will happen next?

The Opening Line

2024/03/04Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1867, The Daily's, writing2 Comments

You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

No one intends to fall in love with an asshole, but it happens; just ask my late wife and current girlfriend; they are the two sitting in the corner shaking their heads as they read this sentence.

The Essential’s

2024/03/04Posted in The Daily'sTagged Art, blogging, books, creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1866, Photography, poetry, The Daily's, writing5 Comments

What are three objects you couldn’t live without?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

If I’m being honest, there are far too many I would hate to give up. I guess I’ve got soft over the years. However, if I absolutely had these three items I couldn’t live without.

1. Coffee – I don’t care about the garbage talked about drinking coffee. Bad things happen when I don’t have my coffee; don’t test me on this subject.

2. iPad Pro 12.9 – This is such a versatile tool. I can read books, Listen to audiobooks, write, and take and edit photos. I’ve been using an iPad model for over a decade. It’s hard to imagine working without one. I even tried out several versions of the Samsung tablets and compared them. Though Samsung makes a solid product, I prefer the iPad.

3. My Briefcase – My briefcase is far cooler than the one in the photo, but you get the idea. I have several items for survival contained inside.

Items may include, but are not limited to, the following:

A bag of coffee – precisely ground and my mixture. Yes, I’m serious about the Java.
A powerpack – it comes in handy for various reasons too many list
An assortment of journals of my design and construction. There is no substitution for quality.

Well, that’s it. That’s all of it.

SLS – 03032024 – Bye, Bye Miss American Pie

2024/03/042025/05/24Posted in TunageTagged blogging, Evening Writing Grooves, music, non-fiction, Song Lyric Sunday, songs, writing5 Comments

CHALLENGE RESPONSE – SONG LYRIC SUNDAY

Here is my response to Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday

As a child, I can hardly remember when I listened to the radio and didn’t hear this song at least once. I heard so much I memorized the lyrics and sang right along. Yet, as time went on, I found myself growing tired of hearing this song. I remember wondering what was going to be the next big hit? I didn’t realize the song was already several years old. It’s such a timeless classic I had to take a moment and discuss its meaning. This is what I came up with.

The Layers of Meaning in “American Pie”

Don McLean’s iconic song “American Pie” has captivated audiences for decades with its enigmatic lyrics and haunting melodies. Released in 1971, the eight-and-a-half-minute epic is steeped in cultural references, historical events, and personal reflections, inviting listeners on a journey through the turbulent landscape of American society in the 20th century. As one of the most analyzed and debated songs in popular music history, “American Pie” continues to fascinate and inspire, offering layers of meaning that transcend time and space.

At its core, “American Pie” is a lamentation for the loss of innocence and idealism in American society and a nostalgic homage to the golden era of rock and roll. The song opens with the poignant line, “A long, long time ago, I can still remember how that music used to make me smile,” evoking a longing for the simpler times of youth and the transformative power of music to unite and uplift.

Central to the song’s narrative is the tragic plane crash that claimed the lives of Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and The Big Bopper on February 3, 1959, often referred to as “The Day the Music Died.” This event serves as a metaphor for the loss of innocence and optimism in American society, marking the end of an era of rock and roll idealism and the onset of a more turbulent and uncertain period in history.

McLean weaves a tapestry of cultural references and symbolic imagery throughout the song, drawing on Americana, mythology, and spirituality themes to create a rich and evocative narrative. The lyrics are peppered with allusions to historical figures, events, and symbols, from “the King” (Elvis Presley) to “the jester” (Bob Dylan), from “the sacred store” (the record store) to “the holy dove” (a symbol of peace and spirituality).

One of the most debated aspects of “American Pie” is the interpretation of its cryptic lyrics, which have spawned countless theories and analyses over the years. Some interpretations suggest that the song is a commentary on the decline of American society and the loss of traditional values. In contrast, others see it as reflecting popular culture’s changing landscape and commercialism’s rise.

Yet, amidst the ambiguity and complexity of its lyrics, “American Pie” ultimately serves as a testament to the enduring power of music to transcend boundaries, unite disparate voices, and capture the collective consciousness of a generation. As McLean once said, “American Pie” is “a big song with big themes,” encompassing an entire nation’s hopes, dreams, and aspirations.

In conclusion, “American Pie” is a timeless masterpiece that defies easy categorization and interpretation. Its evocative imagery, poetic lyricism, and haunting melodies resonate with listeners of all ages, inviting them to ponder the mysteries of life, love, and loss. Whether viewed as a nostalgic tribute to the golden age of rock and roll or a poignant lament for the loss of innocence in American society, “American Pie” remains a symbol of hope, resilience, and the enduring power of music to inspire and uplift.

American Pie Lyrics

A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music
Used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while

But February made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn’t take one more step
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside
The day the music died

So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
And them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die”

Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now, do you believe in rock ‘n’ roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
‘Cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage bronckin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died

I started singin’, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die”

Now, for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone
But that’s not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me

Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
A quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died

We were singin’, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die”

Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now, the halftime air was sweet perfume
While sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
‘Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singin’, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die”

Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So, come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
‘Cause fire is the Devil’s only friend

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singin’, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die”

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play

And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died

And they were singin’, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
And them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die”

They were singin’, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die”

Ignorance of the Law is No Excuse!

2024/03/03Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1849, writing6 Comments

Have you ever unintentionally broken the law?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

It isn’t like I was a Boy Scout or something. Because I wasn’t, but I wasn’t a hooligan either. Yet, I got into my fair share of mischief. Strangely, I hardly got in trouble when I knowingly broke the law. However, I remember getting the most trouble when I had no idea I had broken the law. This happened so much, I learned the phrase,”Ignorance of the law is no excuse!” It always was said with a steely monotone. So yes, I’ve broken the law on accident more times than I care to admit.

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 ….

Sister Rosetta Tharpe: Music Icon

2024/02/19Posted in ArticlesTagged article, blog, From the Stoop, music, review, writing2 Comments

ARTICLE – MINI BIOGRAPHY – MUSIC

I discovered Sister Rosetta Tharpe by accident. I was working on my novel and let my Blues playlist play on. I found myself stuck between my prose and the music. It’s one of my favorite places while I’m writing. I found myself lost in an ole’ blues standard. However, the more I listened, the more I realized the tune was different. I stopped and looked at the artist’s name. It was Sister Rosetta Tharpe. I wasn’t familiar with the name, but her sound was familiar.

As I investigated her music, I realized why her sound was so familiar. I remember hearing her music playing in the kitchen of my grandmother. My grandmother would clap, dance, and sing along with her music while she prepared different meals.

Sister Rosetta Tharpe was a pioneering figure in the history of American music. With her distinctive blend of gospel, blues, and rock and roll, Tharpe had a far-reaching impact that continues to be felt to this day. Her unique sound and style were not just revolutionary in terms of music, but also in terms of the societal norms of her time, adding another layer to her legacy.

Born on March 20, 1915, in Cotton Plant, Arkansas, Tharpe displayed musical talent from a very young age. She was raised in a family where religious music was a fundamental part of life, and this early exposure set the stage for her eventual career. She began performing at church services when she was just four years old, accompanied by her mother on guitar. By the age of six, Tharpe was a featured performer in a traveling evangelical troupe, demonstrating her prodigious talent and the power of her voice.

As a teenager, Tharpe moved to Chicago, a city known for its vibrant music scene. She quickly became a sensation in the city’s thriving gospel scene. Her powerful voice and unique guitar playing style set her apart from other artists, and she was soon performing to packed houses throughout the city. This was just the beginning of an illustrious career that would see her reach phenomenal heights.

In 1938, Tharpe took another major step in her career when she moved to New York City and signed with Decca Records. Her first record was an instant success, and she quickly became one of the most popular gospel artists in the country. Tharpe’s style was unique and groundbreaking; she combined the raw emotion of gospel with the driving rhythms of blues and rock and roll, creating entirely her own sound.

Even though Tharpe was a gospel artist, her music transcended the genre and appealed widely. She performed at nightclubs and theaters, breaking down barriers between sacred and secular music. Tharpe was a trailblazer in many ways – she was one of the first black women to perform with a white orchestra, and she was also one of the first artists to use heavy distortion on her electric guitar. This technique would later become a staple in rock music.

Tharpe’s influence extended far beyond her own career. She was a major influence on artists like Elvis Presley, Chuck Berry, and Johnny Cash. Her distinctive guitar-playing style paved the way for the development of rock and roll, and her powerful voice continues to inspire singers to this day. It is a testament to her talent and impact that she influenced such iconic figures in music.

Sister Rosetta Tharpe passed away on October 9, 1973, but her legacy remains. She was posthumously inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2018, a fitting tribute to a woman who did so much to shape the course of American music. Her impact is not only seen in the music of those who came after her, but also in the way she broke down racial and gender barriers in her lifetime. Her life and career serve as an inspiring example of the power of music and the strength of individuality.

That Coveted Rookie Card

2024/02/15Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1843, The Daily's, writing8 Comments

Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

Throughout the years, I’ve collected one thing or another. In childhood most of my friends were collecting something. It seemed as though you weren’t a boy if you didn’t some sort of collection. This followed me into adulthood. However, just as it did childhood I would end losing interest or lose my prize of my collection that would render the entire collection worthless.

The hobby I was obsessed with that I have lost interest in is sports cards. I spent a ridiculous amount of time and money in collecting sports cards. I couldn’t tell you want happened to my collection. I can only say it has disappeared into that dimension where everything goes we lose. I’m sure I have a warehouse full of things in this unnamed dimension. I’d like to visit it one day, so I can clear some things out. You know organization is the key to everything..

The thing about sport cards for me is the fact you can a thousand cards stacked up somewhere that are absolutely worthless. You can’t trade them. You even give them away. There are just sitting there in a pile gathering dust. All in search of that coveted rookie card.

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~

I’ll get around to It … someday

2024/02/032024/02/03Posted in The Daily'sTagged dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1837, Random Thoughts, The Daily's, writing6 Comments

Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

Three things on my list never seem to get crossed off.

1. Service my truck: I never seem to fully service my truck until something breaks. I’m doing reactive maintenance instead of preventive. I can do most of the repairs myself. I haven’t had good enough health to do things properly.

2. Recycle old electronics: I have old electronics stacked up all around the house. I’ve been meaning to recycle them for the past few years. Each year, the pile just gets higher. I suppose I could build something out of the parts. My question is, what and why?

3. Declutter my storage: I’ve needed to organize my storage for a while. I think my problem is that afraid to let go of memories. I hate to seem sentimental, but there are certain things I’m a big softy about

Chester Himes: A Pioneering Voice in African American Literature

2024/02/032024/02/03Posted in ArticlesTagged Articles, books, Chester Himes, From the Stoop, Harlem, James Sallis, non-fiction, writingLeave a comment

ARTICLE – MINI BIOGRAPHY – WRITER

Chester Himes, an acclaimed African American writer, carved a distinct niche with his crime novels that explored the experiences of black characters in the United States. Born on July 29, 1909, in Jefferson City, Missouri, Himes was raised in a middle-class home. This upbringing was notably ordinary until a dramatic event altered the course of his life.

At the tender age of 19, Himes was sentenced to prison for armed robbery. This unfortunate event, however, served as the backdrop for the beginning of his writing career. His years in prison became a fertile ground for creativity, and while confined, Himes began writing short stories. His talent and unique voice were showcased, and his stories were published in national magazines such as Esquire, marking the start of his journey as a recognized writer.

Following his release from prison in 1936, Himes did not abandon his newfound passion. Instead, he continued to write and publish, steadily gaining recognition as a significant voice in African American literature. His works, rooted in his personal experiences and observations, painted a vivid picture of the societal realities faced by African Americans.

In the 1950s, Himes made a bold move by relocating to France. There, he began writing detective novels featuring black protagonists, a genre in which he found considerable success. His most famous works from this period are the “Harlem Detective” series. The series features the characters Coffin Ed Johnson and Grave Digger Jones, two Harlem detectives who navigate a world fraught with crime, racism, and social issues. These novels were celebrated for realism, as Himes used his powerful storytelling to explore Harlem’s complex dynamics of race and class.

Throughout his career, Himes used his writing as a tool to explore themes of race, class, and crime. His narratives presented a unique and unflinching perspective on the African American experience. His works did not shy away from the harsh realities of racial inequality and social injustice, making them deeply resonant and thought-provoking.

Chester Himes passed away in Spain in 1984, but his legacy remains. His powerful and thought-provoking works resonate with readers today, and his contribution to African American literature remains undisputed. Himes’ life and works testify to his courage, resilience, and unyielding commitment to shedding light on the African American experience through his writing.

Here is a list of some of his notable works:

If He Hollers Let Him Go (1945) – A novel exploring racism and the experiences of African Americans during World War II.
The Lonely Crusade (1947) – A novel depicting the challenges faced by an African American protagonist in a racially divided society.
Cast the First Stone (1952) – A novel that delves into the complexities of race relations and social justice.
The Third Generation (1954) – A novel addressing race and identity issues.
Cotton Comes to Harlem (1965) – The first book in Himes’ “Harlem Detective” series, featuring detectives “Coffin” Ed Johnson and “Gravedigger” Jones. This novel was later adapted into a film in 1970.
Run Man Run (1966) – A novel exploring crime and social justice themes.
Blind Man with a Pistol (1969) – Another installment in the “Harlem Detective” series, continuing the adventures of Johnson and Jones.
The Quality of Hurt (1972) – An autobiographical work in which Himes reflects on his life, experiences, and the challenges of being a black writer.
Black on Black: Baby Sister and Selected Writings (1973) – A collection of short stories, including the novella “Baby Sister,” exploring various aspects of African American life.
Plan B (1973) – A satirical novel that touches on themes of politics and race.
The Heat’s On (1986) – Published posthumously, this novel is the last installment in the “Harlem Detective” series.

I didn’t hear of Chester Himes until 2011. I was at a book fair when a random shopper approached me and started telling me about this amazing author. Strangely, he handed me a book, but it wasn’t by Chester Himes. Confused, I took the book, hoping he would leave, but he didn’t. The book was entitled Moth by James Sallis. Finally, he got to his point. It turned out that James Sallis wrote a book about Chester Himes.

Oddly enough, since that day, I have read several books by Chester Himes and James Sallis. I managed to collect a few original pulp editions of Himes’s work. Also, I picked up the Drive series by Sallis, which inspired the motion picture Drive, starring Ryan Gosling. What I haven’t done is read the book about Chester Himes written by James Sallis.

Chinese Immigration Discrimination: The Chinese Exclusion Act of 1882

2024/02/02Posted in ArticlesTagged chinese, chinese-exclusion-act, featured, From the Stoop, immigration, non-fiction, racism, writing4 Comments

ARTICLE – MINI BIOGRAPHY – HISTORY

While researching the Transcontinental Railroad, I discovered the involvement of African American and Chinese immigrants in its construction. Because of the post-Civil War era, I investigated Chinese immigrant involvement further. This is when I discovered how the United States treated the Chinese people. I was taken aback because of how much American culture influences Chinese culture.

This discrimination, which started in 1882 and ended in 1965, paints a dark chapter in American history that has fortunately been rectified to some degree. Over the next few days, I will post mini-articles discussing this discrimination.

The Chinese Exclusion Act:

Enacted in 1882, the Chinese Exclusion Act stands as a stark reminder of a regrettable period in American history when xenophobia and discriminatory policies shaped immigration laws. This legislation marked the first time in the United States that a specific ethnic group was targeted and banned from entering the country, reflecting a troubling trend of prejudice and fear.

The roots of the Chinese Exclusion Act can be traced back to the mid-19th century, when Chinese immigrants arrived in significant numbers, primarily seeking economic opportunities during the California Gold Rush and later contributing to the construction of the transcontinental railroad. As their numbers increased, so did anti-Chinese sentiment among some segments of the American population.

The act, signed into law by President Chester A. Arthur, was ostensibly aimed at addressing economic concerns and protecting American jobs. It prohibited the immigration of Chinese laborers for ten years and explicitly denied Chinese immigrants the opportunity to become naturalized citizens. The Geary Act later extended the act in 1892, making the exclusion indefinite.

The Chinese Exclusion Act had severe consequences for the Chinese community in the United States. Families were separated, and those who left the country faced difficulties returning. The law fueled racial tensions and discrimination against Chinese immigrants, who were often subjected to violence and prejudice. Chinese communities were marginalized and isolated, facing social and economic hardships as a result of discriminatory policies.

The impact of the Chinese Exclusion Act extended beyond its initial enforcement period. The legislation remained in effect until 1943, when the Magnuson Act repealed it, largely due to the geopolitical context of World War II and the alliance between the United States and China against common enemies. The repeal, however, did not immediately eliminate discriminatory practices and attitudes towards Chinese immigrants.

The Chinese Exclusion Act remains a dark chapter in American immigration history, representing a period when fear and prejudice influenced policy decisions. In 2012, the U.S. Congress officially expressed regret for the discriminatory laws against Chinese immigrants, acknowledging the injustice and hardship imposed on the Chinese community during that era.

The legacy of the Chinese Exclusion Act serves as a poignant reminder of the importance of upholding principles of equality, justice, and fairness in shaping immigration policies. As the United States continues to grapple with issues of immigration and diversity, reflecting on the past can provide valuable insights into building a more inclusive and equitable future.

The Harlem Hellfighters

2024/02/012024/02/01Posted in ArticlesTagged Articles, From the Stoop, Harlem Hellfighters, history, literature, poetry, writing2 Comments

ARTICLE – MINI BIOGRAPHY – MILITARY HISTORY

While serving in the military, I never heard of these guys. Once I got out, I started researching military units during wartime. I came across this picture, and it just intrigued me. I have hours of data about this unit and others like it. I thought I would share a very quick overview of this amazing collection of men.

The Harlem Hellfighters, officially known as the 369th Infantry Regiment, were a remarkable group of African American soldiers who served with distinction during World War I. Despite facing racism and segregation in the United States, these courageous men showcased exceptional bravery and resilience on the battlefield, earning respect and admiration from both allies and enemies.

Formed in 1913, the 369th Infantry Regiment was originally a New York National Guard unit. When the United States entered World War I in 1917, the Harlem Hellfighters were among the first African American units to be sent to Europe. However, due to racial prejudices prevailing at the time, they were assigned to the French Army under the command of General Philippe Petain.

The Harlem Hellfighters served on the front lines for 191 days, more time in continuous combat than any other American unit during World War I. They faced intense fighting in the trenches, enduring not only the perils of war but also racism from their fellow citizens. Despite the challenges, they demonstrated exceptional courage in battles such as the Meuse-Argonne Offensive, where they fought tirelessly to overcome the enemy.

One of the most remarkable aspects of the Harlem Hellfighters’ legacy is their introduction of jazz music to Europe. The regiment’s band, led by Lieutenant James Reese Europe, played a significant role in popularizing this uniquely American art form abroad. Their performances entertained both troops and civilians, breaking down cultural barriers and contributing to the global recognition of jazz as a vibrant and influential genre.

The Harlem Hellfighters returned home as heroes, but their fight for equality did not end on the battlefield. Their experiences in World War I played a pivotal role in the broader struggle for civil rights in the United States. The recognition of their sacrifices and achievements contributed to the eventual desegregation of the military and laid the groundwork for the African American soldiers who would follow in their footsteps.

In 2019, a century after their heroic service, the Harlem Hellfighters were posthumously awarded the Congressional Gold Medal, further acknowledging their contributions and sacrifices. Their legacy remains an integral part of American history, serving as a testament to the strength, resilience, and courage of those who fought for justice and equality, both on and off the battlefield.

Where Do I Start?

2024/01/302024/01/30Posted in ProseTagged blog, bloganuary, bloganuary-2024-30, blogging, 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!

Don’t Believe the Hype: Unveiling the Health Benefits of the Dandelion Root.

2024/01/30Posted in ArticlesTagged daily exercise, Dandelion Root, From the Stoop, HEALTH, Health Benefits, natural-remedies, Nutrition, writing7 Comments

ARTICLE – HEALTH INFORMATION

As a child, blowing off these was as much fun as chasing fireflies. However, as an adult, I was told they were weeds that killed lawns. Yet, I can remember my elders drinking tea made of this plant. So today, we will explore the health benefits of dandelion root and shed light on its potential contributions to well-being.

Often dismissed as a common weed, the dandelion (Taraxacum officinale) has a rich history of medicinal use, with its root being recognized for its various health benefits. Beyond its bright yellow flowers and fluffy seed heads, the dandelion plant holds a treasure trove of nutrients and compounds contributing to its therapeutic properties.

Nutritional Profile:

Dandelion root is a nutritional powerhouse that boasts diverse vitamins and minerals. Rich in vitamins A, C, and K, calcium, potassium, and iron, the root provides a concentrated source of essential nutrients. Additionally, dandelion root contains antioxidants, which are crucial in neutralizing free radicals and promoting overall health.

Liver Support and Detoxification:

One of the primary benefits of dandelion root is its role in supporting liver health and detoxification. The root has traditionally been used in herbal medicine as a liver tonic, believed to enhance the organ’s ability to process and eliminate toxins from the body. Some studies suggest that dandelion root may stimulate the production of bile, a digestive fluid that assists in the breakdown of fats and the elimination of waste.

Anti-Inflammatory Properties:

Inflammation is a natural response to injury or infection, but chronic inflammation can contribute to various health issues. Dandelion root contains compounds with anti-inflammatory properties, such as beta-carotene and polyphenols, which may help reduce inflammation in the body. This anti-inflammatory effect may contribute to the herb’s traditional use in managing conditions like arthritis.

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Digestive Health:

Dandelion root has been historically employed to address digestive issues. Its mild diuretic properties may support kidney function, while its bitter components can stimulate digestion by enhancing the production of digestive juices. Some people use dandelion root tea or supplements to alleviate symptoms of indigestion and bloating.

Weight Management:

While more research is needed, some evidence suggests that dandelion root may play a role in weight management. Some studies have explored its potential to reduce fat accumulation and regulate blood sugar levels. However, it’s essential to approach such findings cautiously, as more research is required to establish a clear connection between dandelion root and weight-related benefits.

How to Incorporate Dandelion Root:

Dandelion root is versatile and can be incorporated into your diet in various ways. Here are some popular methods:

1. **Tea:** Dandelion root tea is a popular and easy way to enjoy its benefits. You can find commercially available dandelion root tea bags or make your own by steeping dried dandelion root in hot water.

2. **Supplements:** Dandelion root is available in supplement form, such as capsules or liquid extracts. Before incorporating supplements into your routine, it’s advisable to consult with a healthcare professional.

3. **Culinary Use:** Dandelion roots can be roasted and ground to make a coffee substitute. The leaves are also edible and can be used in salads or sautéed as a nutritious meal addition.

Conclusion:

While dandelion root may have once been seen as a pesky weed, its myriad health benefits have elevated it to a status of herbal importance. This humble root has found its way into traditional medicine practices and contemporary wellness trends, from liver support to anti-inflammatory properties. However, as with any herbal remedy, it’s crucial to approach dandelion root with an understanding of individual health needs and consult with healthcare professionals when considering its inclusion in your routine. Embracing the potential benefits of dandelion root may offer a natural and holistic approach to supporting overall well-being.

Saint Rita, Can You Help Me?

2024/01/29Posted in The Daily'sTagged bloganuary, bloganuary-2024-20, catholic, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1823, Faith, saint, Saint Rita, saints, writing2 Comments

Bloganuary writing prompt

What’s your dream job?

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If I’m honest, I really only wanted to be one thing: a writer. As a child, I told and wrote stories, which landed me in more trouble than I care to admit. It’s something about writing I can’t quite put into words. At least not anything meaningful or moving. So, it is simple: my dream job is to write stories that touch the reader. Provide the reader an opportunity to travel, feel, identify, or enjoy the snippets of life I depict in my stories.

I may never accomplish this dream; it’s one of those ideas we had as children that may be impossible to obtain. However, this doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try to fulfill them- not at all. We keep chipping away at them, and maybe one day, they will come true. Who knows?

During some research I did years ago, I came across the legend of Saint Rita. Here is an overall of the legend.

Saint Rita of Cascia, often called the “Saint of the Impossible,” occupies a special place in the hearts of the faithful worldwide. Born Margherita Lotti in the 14th century in Roccaporena, Italy, Saint Rita’s life journey is one of unwavering faith, resilience, and a profound connection with the divine.

Early Life and Marriage:

Margherita Lotti entered the world in 1381 amidst Italy’s political upheaval and social change. At an early age, she expressed a deep desire to dedicate her life to God. However, she obediently followed her parents’ wishes and married Paolo Mancini, a man with a troubled reputation. Despite the challenges in her marriage, Saint Rita remained steadfast in her commitment to her vows and embraced her role as a wife and mother.

Widowhood and Religious Life:

Tragedy struck Saint Rita when both her husband and sons succumbed to a violent end. Widowed and grief-stricken, she sought solace in prayer and contemplation. In a remarkable turn of events, Saint Rita’s sons’ destinies took a divine twist – they died before seeking vengeance for their father’s murder, preventing a cycle of violence.

Following her family’s tragedies, Saint Rita sought entry into the Augustinian convent at Cascia. Her initial request was met with resistance, as the convent had reservations about admitting a widow with a connection to a violent family. However, it is said that Saint Rita’s perseverance and her ability to perform a miraculous feat involving a dried fig tree blossoming out of season convinced the sisters to accept her.

Life in the Convent and Miracles:

Saint Rita’s years in the convent were marked by profound devotion to prayer, penance, and acts of charity. She received the stigmata, wounds similar to those of Christ, a sign of her deep spiritual connection. Saint Rita is also renowned for her devotion to the Passion of Christ and her advocacy for peace and reconciliation.

One of the most famous miracles associated with Saint Rita is the episode of the rose. According to legend, Saint Rita requested a rose from her garden during winter; miraculously, a single rose bloomed in her hands. This act of divine intervention is often cited as a symbol of hope and the miraculous nature of Saint Rita’s intercession.

Canonization and Patronage:

Pope Leo XIII canonized Saint Rita of Cascia on May 24, 1900; her feast day is celebrated on May 22. She is venerated as the patron saint of impossible causes, abused women, and mourning parents. Pilgrims worldwide visit the Shrine of Saint Rita in Cascia, where her relics are enshrined, seeking her intercession for their troubles and tribulations.

Legacy:

Saint Rita’s life and miracles inspire millions of believers, offering a testament to the transformative power of faith and the enduring hope found in times of adversity. Her story serves as a beacon of compassion, forgiveness, and the miraculous, reminding us that the divine can bring about healing and redemption even in the face of seemingly insurmountable challenges.

Conclusion:

In the rich tapestry of Catholic saints, Saint Rita of Cascia stands out as a luminary figure, admired for her unwavering faith, resilience in the face of tragedy, and the miracles attributed to her intercession. Her legacy extends far beyond the boundaries of time and geography, resonating with those seeking solace, hope, and the miraculous in their lives. Saint Rita’s enduring impact underscores the universal human desire for connection with the divine and the belief that faith can light the way even in the most challenging circumstances.

Throughout my life, I’ve heard countless legends about multiple saints. None is less credible than the other. There’s beauty in our beliefs.

So, Saint Rita, can you help me keep the faith?

The Down & Dirty

2024/01/252024/01/25Posted in The Daily'sTagged bloganuary, bloganuary-2024-23, creative writing, dailyprompt, The Daily's, writingLeave a comment

List five things you do for fun.

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I live a simple life. Due to this, several folks accuse me of being unable to have fun. At first, this consensus troubled me. For 30 seconds, I considered that I might need to adjust my lifestyle. Once I explained my former everyday life, some turned green, others turned pale, and then my favorites informed me I’d earned the right to relax. I appreciate them saying that. I really do.

Here are my five things in no order. I do them whenever I feel like it.

Reading
Writing
Listening to tunes
Mechanics
Woodworking

That’s it. That’s all of it. The down and dirty.

No Pressure

2024/01/21Posted in The Daily'sTagged blog, bloganuary, bloganuary-2024-21, blogging, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1824, life, The Daily's, writing6 Comments

Bloganuary writing prompt

Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.

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Like many people our names are chosen with no idea why? Several of us are named after a relative we never met. Sometimes we carry names of relative that has been deceased for generations. Most of the people I know don’t a clue of etymology of their names. Madre Khan said she heard someone with my name and thought it was cool. So, today when I looked into the origin of my name. I was taken back a little. Let’s take a look at what I found.

The Meaning of Mangus

Mangus, a derivative of its Latin roots, holds a profound and significant meaning – “great.” This single term encapsulates many virtues, such as strength, honor, and greatness, depicting a person of high stature or noble character. The Latin lineage of the name lends it a timeless appeal, resonating with an aura of power, dignity, and regality. The name Mangus, therefore, transcends beyond just being a name; it mirrors character and virtue.

Cultural Implications of Mangus

Cultures worldwide often attribute a profound influence to names, shaping the character and destiny of the individual. Mangus, with its inherent connotation of greatness, can be perceived as a blessing and an expectation set upon the individual. It can be a guiding beacon, nudging the individual towards virtues of strength, honor, and nobleness. Consequently, the cultural implications of the name Mangus are significant and far-reaching, potentially influencing the individual’s life path and destiny.

Historical Significance of Mangus

The annals of history are replete with references to the name Mangus, associating it with figures of power, nobility, and great stature. This name has weathered the tests of time, retaining its relevance, significance, and reverence across different eras and epochs. The name’s historical significance further magnifies its meaning, reinforcing its virtues and attributes. Hence, Mangus symbolizes a rich historical legacy of power and greatness, etching its mark in the sands of time.

The Impact of Mangus in Contemporary Times

In today’s world, the name Mangus inspires awe and respect. Its timeless appeal and powerful meaning make it a popular choice for those seeking a name with depth and significance. The virtues associated with Mangus – strength, honor, and greatness – are universally admired and sought after, making the name a beacon of aspiration and inspiration. Moreover, the rich historical legacy and cultural implications associated with Mangus add depth, making the name even more appealing in the modern context.

Mangus in the Modern World

In the modern world, where names are often chosen based on their meaning and significance, the name Mangus remains popular. Its profound meaning of “greatness” and its historical and cultural importance make it a meaningful and inspiring name. Those who bear the name Mangus carry a sense of strength, honor, and greatness – virtues that are admired and respected in today’s society.

With my name meaning all this … wow, no pressure!

Time after Time: The Concept of Time

2024/01/21Posted in ArticlesTagged From the Stoop, history, Ragtag Daily Prompt, science, time, universe, writing4 Comments

After looking at the RDP Friday prompt. I decided to dig in the subject a little further.

Nature of Time

Time, as we understand it, is a dimension. It’s a constant, flowing entity, moving from the past to the present and future. Physicists describe it as the fourth dimension of our universe, following the three spatial dimensions. Unlike the spatial dimensions, however, time has a direction – it is always moving forward, never backward. This unidirectionality of time, often called the ‘arrow of time,’ is a fundamental aspect of its nature.

But what does it mean for time to ‘flow’? This is a question that continues to perplex scientists and philosophers alike. The ‘flow’ of time is often associated with change – the ticking of a clock, the rising and setting of the Sun, the changing of seasons – all are manifestations of time’s ceaseless march forward.

Perception of Time

While the nature of time is constant, our perception of it is not. We, as humans, experience time in a highly subjective manner. The exact length of time can often feel different depending on various factors. Sometimes, an hour can feel like an eternity, while at other times, years seem to slip by in the blink of an eye.

Several factors influence this variability in our perception of time. Age, for instance, is often said to alter our perception of time. As we grow older, time passes more quickly. Our mental state – anxious, relaxed, focused, or distracted – can also dramatically affect how we perceive time. Additionally, the activities we engage in and the intensity of our experiences can modulate our sense of time.

Our Relationship with Time

Our relationship with time is complex and multifaceted. On the one hand, time is an essential part of our lives – it structures our days, determines the rhythm of our activities, and marks the milestones of our journey through life. On the other hand, time can also be a source of stress and anxiety – the pressure of deadlines, the fear of wasting time, and the relentless clock reminding us of our mortality.

Moreover, our relationship with time is not just individual but also collective. Societies, cultures, and civilizations have their ways of conceptualizing and measuring time – from the lunar calendars of ancient organizations to today’s atomic clocks.

Importance of Time

Time plays a pivotal role in our lives. It is a universal measure used to quantify everything from a mayfly’s lifespan to the universe’s age. It governs our daily routines, life events, and even our existence. Understanding and managing time is critical in today’s fast-paced world, where every second counts.

In this context, time management is about efficiency, productivity, balance, and well-being. It’s about making the most of our time, not by filling every moment with activity, but by using our time in a meaningful and fulfilling way.

The measurement of time is an essential aspect of human civilization. It provides structure, order, and predictability to our daily lives and is deeply ingrained in almost every aspect of our existence. This essay explores the historical development of timekeeping, the standard units of time measurement, the modern technologies employed in timekeeping, and the future implications of advancements in this field.

The Measurement of Time

Historical Development of Timekeeping

The concept of measuring time has been integral to human societies throughout history. Ancient civilizations such as the Egyptians, Babylonians, and Greeks relied on primitive yet ingenious devices like sundials and water clocks. These devices marked the passage of time using the Sun’s position or water flow, providing these civilizations with a rudimentary but vital sense of temporal order and structure.

As societies progressed, so too did their timekeeping methods. The invention of the mechanical clock in the 14th century marked a significant milestone in the history of timekeeping. Powered by weights and gears, these clocks provided a more accurate and reliable means of measuring time than their predecessors.

The 20th century saw the advent of the atomic clock, a device that measures time-based on the vibrations of atoms. This marked a monumental leap in timekeeping technology, reflecting the immense technological advancements of the era.

Standard Units of Time Measurement

The standard units of time—seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years—are universally recognized and utilized. These units were primarily based on the movements of the celestial bodies. For instance, a day is determined by the rotation of the Earth on its axis, while a year is defined by the Earth’s orbit around the Sun.

The second, the base unit of time in the International System of Units, was redefined in 1967 regarding the oscillation period of a cesium-133 atom. This redefinition provided an exact time measurement unit, demonstrating humanity’s growing understanding of the natural world and our ability to harness it for our needs.

Modern Technologies in Timekeeping

In the present day, timekeeping has become more precise and accurate due to technological advances. Atomic clocks, which use the vibrations of atoms to measure time, are currently the most precise timekeeping devices known to man. These clocks are pivotal in various fields, including telecommunications, scientific research, and global navigation satellite systems such as GPS.

Other modern technologies have also revolutionized timekeeping. Digital clocks and watches have become commonplace, offering easy and convenient access to accurate timekeeping. These devices, often synchronized with atomic clocks, ensure high accuracy and reliability.

Concept of Time in Ancient Civilizations

Egyptian Concept of Time

The ancient Egyptians had a unique and sophisticated understanding of time, deeply rooted in their cosmological and religious beliefs. They divided the day into 24 hours, with 12 hours dedicated to the daytime and another 12 hours for the nighttime. This division was not arbitrary but was based on the movement of the Sun god Ra across the sky, illustrating how their understanding of time was intertwined with their religious beliefs.

Additionally, the Egyptians used a lunar calendar, but they also developed a 365-day solar calendar. This solar calendar became the foundation for our modern calendars, a testament to the advanced nature of their civilization. The importance of time for the Egyptians was further evident in their elaborate burial rituals, which were based on the belief in eternal life after death. These rituals often involved extensive preparations and ceremonies, reflecting their faith in the continuity of time even after death.

Mayan Concept of Time

The Mayans, a civilization that thrived in Central America, had an intricate and complex understanding of time. They developed a detailed calendar system that included a 260-day sacred calendar (Tzolkin), a 365-day solar calendar (Haab), and a Long Count calendar that tracked longer periods. These calendars were not just a way to track days and years but also deeply connected to their religious and cultural practices.

Moreover, the Mayans viewed time as cyclical, with creation, destruction, and rebirth periods. This concept of time greatly influenced their architecture, agriculture, and religious practices. For instance, many of their architectural structures were built in alignment with celestial events, showing their understanding of time and its cyclical nature.

Greek Concept of Time

The ancient Greeks had a dual concept of time, represented by two gods: Chronos and Kairos. Chronos referred to sequential or quantitative time, while Kairos represented the right or opportune moment. This dichotomy reflected the Greek understanding of time as both measurable and qualitative, a complex interpretation unique to their civilization.

The Greeks also developed the concept of ‘Aion,’ representing eternity or infinite time. This concept was central to their philosophy and metaphysical thought, influencing the works of philosophers like Plato and Aristotle. Their understanding of time, therefore, was not just practical but also philosophical, shaping their worldview and understanding of existence.

The Burden of Leadership

2024/01/19Posted in The Daily'sTagged bloganuary, bloganuary-2024-19, blogging, creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1822, Fiction, The Daily's, writing4 Comments

Bloganuary writing prompt

What makes a good leader?

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When we have a conversation about leadership, one can find opinions and ideals with a few keystrokes. There are seminars, books, and articles thoroughly covering the subject. During my time in the military I read several in an attempt to find everything I could about becoming a better leader. I’ve listed a few below.

Principles of Leadership

Lead by Example: Leaders should act in ways they expect their team members to emulate. The actions of a leader set the standards for their team.
Be Transparent: This involves being open about plans, decisions, and challenges. Transparency encourages trust and creates an open work environment.
Communicate Effectively: Leaders should provide clear, concise, and consistent communication. They should also be ready to listen and consider the input of their team members.
Empower Your Team: Give your team the authority to make decisions. This promotes trust and loyalty and helps your team members to grow professionally.
Show Empathy: Leaders should understand and share the feelings of their team members. A leader who shows empathy can build strong relationships.
Encourage Creativity and Innovation: Leaders should foster an environment encouraging team members to think outside the box and develop innovative solutions.
Be Adaptable: Leaders should be flexible and ready to change their plans. Being adaptable allows a leader to respond effectively to changes and challenges.
Foster a Positive Environment: Leaders should create a positive and inclusive work environment. This can boost morale and productivity.
Encourage Continuous Learning: Leaders should promote a culture of continuous learning and development. This helps team members to improve their skills and knowledge.
Build Trust: Trust is crucial for effective leadership. Leaders can build trust by being reliable, honest, and open.

Key leadership traits, each with a brief description:

Integrity: This trait involves being honest and having strong moral principles. Leaders with integrity are trustworthy and ethical.
Confidence: Leaders need to show confidence in their decisions and actions. This helps to instill confidence in their team members.
Decisiveness: Good leaders can make decisions quickly and effectively, especially under pressure.
Courage: Leaders often need to take risks and make difficult decisions. This requires courage.
Passion: Leaders should be passionate about their work and their team. This passion can inspire their team members.
Humility: Effective leaders understand that they are not superior to their team members. They should be humble and ready to listen to others’ ideas.
Empathy: Leaders should understand and share the feelings of their team members. This can help to build strong relationships.
Resilience: Leaders often face challenges and setbacks. They need to be resilient to keep going and remain positive.
Self-awareness: Good leaders understand their strengths and weaknesses. They are open to feedback and willing to make changes.
Accountability: Leaders should take responsibility for their actions and decisions. They should also hold their team members accountable for their performance.

Being a leader is more than the things found in books or articles. Leaders aren’t born. They are developed. Titles or positions don’t make you a leader. Learning how to handle the burden of leadership does. Good luck!

RDP – Friday – Time

2024/01/19Posted in PoetryTagged bloganuary, creative writing, Poems from Another Time, poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt, RDP, writingLeave a comment

Here is my response to today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt – Time

POETRY

Time

Sitting within the wondering of unknown destiny.
Riding the waves of the abyss of sorrow.
Like the sands of the hourglass, the moments of a promiseless
tomorrow slip away

But…

Have you heard the news today?

Our kinsmen…

Our brethren…

Has passed away

Not of blood, but of spirit

What is felt goes by many names
yet the pain
remains the same

Remember…

He has been called home
to sit alongside our Master
and his golden throne

Boundfull
dutiful
we are
to acknowledge his words of passion and grace

for they have

Lifted us…
Caressed us…
Consoled us…

I wish to thank all those who have taken the time to read the ranting of a feeble mind.

From my stoop, on my soapbox, I stare into the abyss, then begin reading my list.

Life is short…

So kiss it…
taste it..
Close your eyes and
Savor it…

But most of all

LIVE IT !!!

One minute at a time

I wrote this piece years ago after the writing community had lost one of its brethren. To me, he was gentle, but wise soul with so much to offer. The writing community took a blow that day.

It doesn’t matter about the existence of time, moments we spend with one another count. Make the moments we spend even with strangers matter. Humanity’s most precious gift to one another is their time.

I Remember When We Talked to One Another.

2024/01/182024/01/18Posted in The Daily'sTagged apple, bloganuary, bloganuary-2024-18, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1821, ipad, reflection, tech, writing6 Comments

If you could un-invent something, what would it be?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I was in public today, watching people because I’m a people watcher. Not one of those creepy people who gawk at you with sinister smiles, but one who is entirely aware of their surroundings. A by-product of my PTSD. I noticed people were inches from one another and weren’t talking. Their faces were buried in their mobile devices. What freaked me out was that nearly everyone, young and old. Myself included. Immediately, I looked around for a magazine or left behind newspaper. There weren’t any.

I opened a document on my iPad and started documenting my outrage. Yes, I’m aware of the hypocrisy of this rant, but it was either my iPad or my phone. So, I ended up at a diner with the intention of finishing this post, but I got sidetracked. There was a veteran eating with his wife, and I struck up a conversation with them. Though I don’t know the couple’s names, I learned his family had served in the military in various capacities for four generations, starting with WWII.

We began to discuss the rudeness of society and how no one talks to one another anymore. We laughed about how we get in trouble with wives and so much more. I closed my iPad and just enjoyed the conversation. They left and tried to remember the last time I had a decent conversation with a stranger. I remember today’s occurrence wasn’t a rarity but the norm.

For those who know me personally, what I’m saying may shock you. Most of you have never seen me with some sort tech in my hands. I purchased my first mobile device in the early nineties. And now I wish we could un-invent them. Even as I write this post, I have something processing on multiple devices. I started writing code in the mid-eighties. So, I’ve been working with tech in one or another for over 40 years.

I’ve witnessed or been a part of miscommunication issues; it’s ridiculous. Why can’t we just talk to one another?

Below is a bit of prose I wrote over fifteen years ago; I feel it is still relevant today. Especially the closing line, I believe, sums up my feelings on the matter.

Archaic

The pulsing glow fades on your monitor. Closing the door is one’s outlet, portal, or means to escape. Escaping the insanity that is sometimes right outside your front door. Sometimes, sitting right there in your living room, sitting on your couch looking crazy, talking about some “what?”

Thinking back, one would take a walk, read a book, or sip some lemonade while sitting on the front porch. Sitting wondering what the hell your neighbor is wearing or just sitting there letting the night breeze caress you into a calm?

Saddened, we are by the daunting realization that a clever array of ones and zeros now defines our existence. Once complete, syllable vocabulary is reduced to an abbreviation of some unknown order. Deviance is becoming the norm, as the once social norm is fading into a deviant wasteland.

Identities expanded behind hexadecimal veils in fleeting hopes of discovering who we are. All the while, all that is necessary is to stand in front of the mirror facing the face they have come to hate. Yearning for some form of validation of who you are or what you are. Searching for answers that can only be found within ourselves.

If surrendering one’s identity is the price we must pay in the pursuit of progress, then may I forever be archaic.

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday – RDP

2024/01/172024/06/06Posted in Challenges, FictionTagged creative writing, Fiction, Prose, Ragtag Daily Prompt, RDP, writingLeave a comment

CHALLENGE RESPONSE – PROSE

Here is my response for RDP Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday.

Let me be blunt from the beginning. The snow was coming down heavy, but the wind blew it sideways. The temperature was dropping rapidly. I didn’t want to be out here, but the gig paid the bills. Prices were so high that you bought a loaf of bread or a gallon of gas. I got a letter in the mail today. An old friend I hadn’t heard from since we both reeked of innocence. I was more than a little envious because he had found the love of his life. He had found happiness. Sighs … good on you, brother! Good on you.

Yeah, they’re a pain, but I love them.

2024/01/17Posted in The Daily'sTagged bloganuary, bloganuary-2024-17, creative writing, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1820, Prose, writing4 Comments

Bloganuary writing prompt

Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?

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I’ve been fortunate enough to have a network of people in my life who let me know daily I’m loved. They have no problem letting me know when I’m full of crap or any other adjective they choose to use at any given time. I can’t blame them or hold any ill will because I’m a handful, as they say.

You may remember a post I made last year about two individuals who were geniuses. If not, here is a link to that post. What I didn’t tell you is these incredible women have been putting up with my crap for well over a decade. Every rant, tantrum, or foul mood, they have endured it all. They have been with me while I was grief-stricken from the loss of my wife. They were there when I rebuilt myself as a writer and educator to witness me self-destruct through my battle with cancer.

My closest and dearest friend, my editor, you’ve heard me complain about on several occasions on this blog. She put down her red pen and helped me through my cancer battle. She stopped everything and came to the initial surgery. Then she returned for my cancer’s aggressive reemergence. 56 treatments later, I took her home and started to rebuild my life once again. Honestly, I would have been a basket case without her support through all of this madness.

A few years ago, I could barely breathe, and my lady showed up and put a foot in my butt and got me back on my feet. Mumbling something about she couldn’t leave it to me to get proper medical attention. Now, that wasn’t the vernacular she used during her time here. I’m sure you can imagine what was said to a stubborn person such as myself. Their words, not mine. I’m an utterly compliant person. I assure you.

It can’t be easy to deal with me, but their devotion, compassion, and love mean everything. It may even seem at times I don’t appreciate you, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I love you and appreciate you both; never doubt this. Yep, you guys are a pain, but I love ya.

Sitting Still Long Enough

2024/01/16Posted in The Daily'sTagged bloganuary, bloganuary-2024-16, blogging, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1819, life, poetry, prompts, The Daily's, writing2 Comments

Bloganuary writing prompt

Where can you reduce clutter in your life?

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What I’ve learned over the years in regards to clutter is you never know how much crap you have accumulated until you get ready to move. Also, I discovered the things in the basement, the storage unit, and the garage. You probably don’t need it. I’m aware that somehow we find justification to keep these forgotten treasures or the unknown items contained inside labeled “Misc.” So do your best to load the unnecessary items and take them to your local charity or consignment store.

Let’s change direction for a minute. We are still discussing the reduction of clutter but in a different way.

“The unexamined life is not worth living”
― Socrates

I’ve come to realize that the area with the greatest need for decluttering is one’s self. I’ve been ill these last few months, and it doesn’t seem I’m going to get any relief in the near future. However, I’ve had an opportunity for self-reflection. Let me tell you, some wickedness has been passing through my mind. Despite this, I’ve had moments of clarity.

I’ve taken the time to really look at what I need to live my best life. I need to take the time to let go of my preconceptions about myself and the world around me. This isn’t as easy as it sounds. I find self-examination to be the most challenging endeavor I ever embarked on. It’s going to be a work in progress. Yet, it is a task worth doing.

Once you let go of your internal baggage, I believe you can tackle the basement, storage unit, or garage with a clear mind and spirit. You just might be able to get something done.

~thank you for reading~

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!

Werewolves of London

2024/01/15Posted in The Daily'sTagged bloganuary, bloganuary-2024-15, books, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1818, fantasy, The Daily's, Werewolves, Wolf, writing16 Comments

Bloganuary writing prompt

What is your favorite animal?

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As a kid, my favorite animal was a dog. Then I watched Ole Yeller and Sounder, and suddenly, the idea of caring for a dog seemed less appealing. Though I’ve had various versions of man’s best friend. I couldn’t help but be enthralled by the mystic of werewolves. In 1981, I was catapulted into the lure of werewolves with the movie American Werewolf in London.

This fascination evolved into my love for wolves. All variations. Quietly, I’ve read many articles over the years, watched documentaries, and read books on wolves.

A clip I put together from stock footage I collected over the years

I can’t explain my fascination with wolves. I can’t explain what makes me stop in my tracks and soak in the beauty of this majestic creature. Perhaps I yearn for its power, its grace, or its presence. No matter, I have to make do with the gifts I possess.

I Remember Dial-Up

2024/01/142024/01/14Posted in The Daily'sTagged bloganuary, bloganuary-2024-14, creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1817, writing8 Comments

Bloganuary writing prompt

In what ways do you communicate online?

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DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

Yesterday, I stood in line at a local store when the computer system went down. After a wave of groans and disapproving looks, the manager assured us the system would be online shortly. This didn’t help the groans. I understood a possible reason for the atmosphere. We were in the middle of a snowstorm, and the conditions were worsening by the second. However, examining the crowd, I’m pretty sure they would have been complaining regardless. Complaining is the latest trend, like yoga pants and foo-foo coffee.

The system took longer than expected, and the manager declared, “It’s like dial-up!” I shook my head, “Not even close,” I corrected. We had a laugh; the system was up a few seconds later, and all was right in the world. Within a few minutes, the grandson and I were inside, safe and warm.

I see this prompt, and I’m reminded of how impatient we all have become since the advancements of technology. Despite this, I pretty much communicate the same way I did at the start of all this. Other than things being a helluva a lot faster, I’m the same guy. I’ve added social media stuff from time to time, but I basically avoid it. With the exception of Twitter, there is a writing community over there that I’ve been a part of for nearly a decade.

So when things get crazy … I just think … I remember dial-up

What would I do for Free?

2024/01/13Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1899, Prose, Random Thoughts, ranting, writingLeave a comment

What job would you do for free?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

A Writer

The unfinished projects have formed a pile. Ideas, rants, and incoherent sentences fester. Sometimes I wonder what Goofball gave me the idea to become a writer. Where the hell are they at? I need to hunt them down wherever they may cleverly hide. To the corners of the earth if I must. By God, I need to find and look at them square in the eyes and thank them. Pull them into an embrace. Please do not think less of me, for I may weep. They have provided me with a fantastic gift. You see, boredom will never be a problem for me. Inside each project is the potential to create something that never existed before. At the very least, the potential to heal.

Today has been the longest of days for no reason. Nothing I can put my finger on anyway. I got so much accomplished, but so much more to do. There isn’t enough time to get it all done. I never complete it all. My Lord, what will I do? What will I do? We have all said this statement, felt it, or both. It doesn’t matter if you don’t admit it. It’s fine. Know that wherever you are in your journey, we all have or will walk it. The trail right in front of you. You can get to the other side step by step, word by word, or sentence by sentence. Whatever the method you will be the better for it.

As I lay across my bed, I lit a cigarette, letting it burn in the ashtray for a few minutes before I took another drag. I read a poem in Vietnamese, then I listened to it. Next, I read some prose in Italian; then again, I listened to it. The beauty of the words captured me. I’m reminded of hearing The Holy Quran recited. So beautiful and tranquil. I’m reminded how much I miss Latin Mass. I memorized it as a lad and recited it in English when the priests performed Mass. Though exhausted, hearing these works in their native language healed and recharged me a bit.

I would not have discovered the beauty of our world if I had chosen another profession on the day they whispered to me to become a writer. Although we live in a vast world full of wonder and delight, I wonder why we live so small.

Nope, this is the only profession I would do for free. Nothing else completes me.

A Good Story

2024/01/13Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2159, Storytelling, The Daily's, writing2 Comments

When are you most happy?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I find myself the most happy when I’m lost in a good story. It took a long time to figure out how to enjoy reading stories without my imagination taking off, and I lost interest in the story. I began making notes in little spiral notebooks of the thoughts that came to me as I read. Soon, those notebooks were being filled with my own stories. I’m unsure what makes me happier? The words of others or the words of mine? To me, it doesn’t matter, not really. As long as the story is good.

Living Room Vinyl

2024/01/12Posted in The Daily'sTagged Art, bloganuary, bloganuary-2024-10, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1813, Jazz, music, rock, soul, The Daily's, writing2 Comments

Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

The item I was most attached to as a child was my mother’s album collection. I spent hours listening to her music. It was my mother’s love for music that shaped mine. The Madre turned me on to some of the greatest music classics.

My first concert was with George Benson. I had no idea what jazz was, but I liked what I heard. This love led me to explore more of her albums. Stanley Turrentine, Spyro Gyra, and Ramsey Lewis are a few examples.

I found my Madre jamming to Boz Skaggs, The Doobie Brothers, and Steely Dan. None of my friend’s mothers listened to the same music as my mother. As I listened to the radio, I heard many of the songs that played nights in the living room.

Of course, we had the standards playing in the house. Al Green, Billy Paul, Issac Hayes, and Teddy Penderness. As I dug deeper into her collection, I found some gems I wasn’t expecting: Johnnie Taylor, Solomon Burke, and Otis Redding. My taste kept growing. Soon, I discovered Billie Holiday and Nina Simone.

Then, I discovered what I wanted to be as an adult: a radio disc jockey. I had the knowledge of music and the voice, so why not? Like a lot of childhood fantasies, nothing real becomes of it. I deejayed a few parties and even had a pirate radio show with an army buddy, but I realized my talents were more in tune with writing.

What became of the Madre’s collection?

Well, what’s left of it is stored in my living room. The most important part is that I share its influence with you most days. Well, that’s it for this post, but it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t leave you with a little something.

Here’s a little Otis Redding Live

Singing aloud is allowed. Perhaps, even required!

More a Treat than a Snack

2024/01/12Posted in The Daily'sTagged bloganuary, bloganuary-2024-12, creative writing, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1815, Dairy Queen, The Daily's, writing4 Comments

Bloganuary writing prompt

What snack would you eat right now?

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I remember when I was feeling down as kid, my mother would drag my butt over to our local DQ and get me one of these masterfully crafted desserts of deliciousness. She always knew just the right time to take me to get one. It never seemed like I knew the exact time. But I’m thinking I might need one today. It’s been a rough couple of months.

Questions Like These…

2024/01/07Posted in The Daily'sTagged bloganuary, bloganuary-2024-07, creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1810, Fiction, Introspection, poetry, Random Thoughts, The Daily's, writing3 Comments

Daily writing prompt

What could you do differently?

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Questions like these make me roll my eyes and shake my head. It seems like the next thing they will be asking is,

“What does it all mean?”

What’s my place in the world?”

And more nonsense questions. I have this attitude because it is the decisions we make that cause us to become who we are.

Sure, we have situations in life we would like to do-over or take back. It’s just the nature of life. However, neither of those things are possible. So, when someone asks questions like these. I respond with the following question:

“You’ve had your entire life to prepare for this moment … why aren’t you ready?”

Every decision we have made in life has led to where we are … the good, the bad, and the ugly. Do we really want to change anything?

As always,

~thanks for reading~

Perception is our Reality

2024/01/05Posted in The Daily'sTagged Art, bloganuary, bloganuary-2024-05, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1808, Introspection, Random Thoughts, The Daily's, thoughts, writingLeave a comment

Daily writing prompt

Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why?

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As a writer of a certain age, I spend time thinking about the past for several reasons. Sometimes, things that happened in the past make interesting ideas that may form a basis for a story. Other times they may lend an expected scene. Typically, I use the past in the following areas in regards to writing.

Character Development
Plot
Theme
Resolution

Utilizing the memories of past experiences has crucial in some of my successes as a writer. I have to keep in mind, I must let the story tell itself. I know that may sound strange, but experience has taught to never force anything.

As a man, I often refer back to situations, to see if I still them the same as I did initially. On several occasions, I found some insight hidden in the corners of my psyche. It had been there the entire time. It was just waiting for me to understand what I looking at and why.

The Most Intimate Gift

2024/01/05Posted in The Daily'sTagged Art, bloganuary, bloganuary-2024-04, books, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1807, Patience, poetry, time, Travel, writingLeave a comment

Daily writing prompt

What is the greatest gift someone could give you?

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I’ve been fortunate to have received some amazing gifts throughout my life. However, that depends on how the word “gift” is defined. Most of the time, when talking to others, I find gifts to be defined as something tangible. Something one can display on a desk or show someone. I would define these sorts of gifts as awesome, wonderful, or cool; maybe? Yet, neither rise up to the occasion of the “greatest.” I think if you take a moment and think about it, you may agree with me or not.

However, the greatest gift to me is when someone gives you their time. Time is a precious commodity, something you can’t get back. Well, at least not right now; give me another ten years; the machine I’m building should be thoroughly tested and ready for the public. Until then, I view the time people choose to spend with us as special and intimate. I know I may be a little bent on this point, but it seems to be working.

Distance Learning: The School of Hard Knocks

2024/01/03Posted in The Daily'sTagged bloganuary, bloganuary-2024-03, books, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1806, Education, inspiration, The Daily's, Travel, university, writing1 Comment

Daily writing prompt

What colleges have you attended?

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In a previous post, I discussed autodidactic learning. It’s this method of education I’m most familiar with. However, I always wanted to obtain a college degree of some sort. For whatever reason, I convinced myself I wasn’t smart enough to achieve my goal. As I was torn between my beliefs and desires, I spent considerable time trying to further my education. Throughout the years, I attended several colleges utilizing distance learning platforms.

I attended schools located in the following states:

Illinois
Maryland
Virginia
Texas
Minnesota
Florida
Tennessee

In most cases, I wasn’t anywhere near the campus. Eventually, I got over my fear and finished my undergraduate degree. I consider my education journey as “The School of Hard Knocks.” If I had believed in myself earlier, achieving the first step of my goal wouldn’t have been so challenging. Throughout my journey, I learned much about life, the world, and, most importantly, myself. Let’s take a moment to explore some of the benefits of distance learning.

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Distance learning, also known as online education, has become increasingly popular in recent years. With advancements in technology, more and more people are turning to distance learning as a convenient and flexible way to further their education. Recently, we see online education being used to educate our children. Technology has made online learning a viable option for achieving an education.

Flexibility

One of the most significant advantages of distance learning is its flexibility. Distance learning allows students to conveniently access course materials and lectures, unlike traditional classroom settings. This flexibility is particularly beneficial for individuals with other commitments, such as work or family responsibilities. Distance learning allows students to create their study schedules and learn at their own pace, making it easier to balance their personal and professional lives.

Moreover, distance learning allows students to study from anywhere in the world. The constraints of a physical classroom do not bind them, and they can access their coursework from their homes or while traveling. This level of flexibility allows learners to adapt their education to their individual needs and circumstances.

Accessibility

Another advantage of distance learning is its accessibility. In traditional education, individuals who live in remote areas or have physical disabilities may face challenges in accessing educational institutions. Distance learning eliminates these barriers by providing access to education regardless of geographical location or physical abilities.

Through online platforms, students can participate in classes, submit assignments, and interact with instructors and fellow students from anywhere in the world. This accessibility opens up opportunities for individuals who may not have had access to education otherwise. It also fosters a diverse and inclusive learning environment where students from different backgrounds and cultures can exchange ideas and perspectives.

Furthermore, distance learning allows individuals to pursue their education while juggling other responsibilities. Many students who are working full-time or taking care of their families find it difficult to attend traditional on-campus classes. Distance learning allows them to continue their education without compromising their other commitments.

Cost-Effectiveness

Distance learning can also be a cost-effective option for many students. Traditional education often involves additional expenses such as commuting, accommodation, and textbooks. Students can save on these costs by studying from their homes with distance learning.

Additionally, many online courses and programs are more affordable than their on-campus counterparts. This affordability makes education more accessible to a broader range of individuals, regardless of their financial circumstances. It also allows students to explore a variety of courses and programs without worrying about the financial burden.

America’s Favorite Pastime

2024/01/02Posted in The Daily'sTagged Art, baseball, creative writing, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2167, Photography, writing2 Comments

If you started a sports team, what would the colors and mascot be?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

As a child, I remember watching baseball on television with my mother. I didn’t understand what I was watching, but I enjoyed my mother’s excitement as she watched her beloved “Cubbies.” However, the idea of playing the sport never really stuck. I played softball for a while but lost interest. I still enjoy watching the games when I have time to catch them. So, when I read this prompt, I knew I had to write a baseball story of sorts.

Rico Strong’s Traveling Pink Ferrets & Angry Platypus Baseball Team

Once upon a time, a man named Rico Strong lived in a small town called Willowville. Rico was known far and wide for his extraordinary talent in training animals. He had a special connection with ferrets and platypuses and a dream – to create a baseball team like no other. But not just any baseball team; Rico wanted to form a team with pink ferrets and an angry platypus.

Rico had always been fascinated by the agility and quickness of ferrets. He believed their instincts and nimbleness would make them perfect for the outfield. As for the platypus, Rico had observed their fierce determination and strong-willed nature, which he thought would be ideal for a powerful pitcher. It was a crazy idea, but Rico was determined to make it a reality.

He traveled far and wide, scouring the world for pink ferrets and an angry platypus. He visited rainforests, deserts, and even remote islands in search of these unique creatures. He encountered countless challenges along his journey, but Rico’s determination never wavered. He faced treacherous terrains, wild animals, and even unexpected weather but pressed on, fueled by his unwavering passion.

Finally, after months of searching, Rico found what he was looking for. In a hidden valley deep within the mountains, he discovered a group of pink ferrets with shimmering fur. They were playful, agile, and had an undeniable charm. Rico knew he had struck gold with these ferrets.
But his journey wasn’t over yet. Rico had heard rumors of an angry platypus living in a far-off swamp. Determined not to give up, he ventured into the swamp despite the warnings of its dangers. And there, in a murky pond, Rico found the angry platypus. It was bigger and fiercer than he had imagined, with venomous spurs and a fiery gaze. Rico knew he had found the missing piece of his team.

With his team of pink ferrets and the angry platypus, Rico set out to fulfill his dream. He built a baseball field in Willowville with state-of-the-art facilities and a cheering crowd. Word quickly spread about his unique team, and people from all over came to watch the Traveling Pink Ferrets & Angry Platypus play. The team’s agility, speed, and determination were unmatched, making them a force to be reckoned with.

As the team played their games, they faced many challenges. They encountered teams with stronger hitters, faster runners, and more experienced pitchers. But Rico’s team had something special – their unbreakable bond and unwavering spirit. They supported each other, cheered on, and never gave up.

The Traveling Pink Ferrets & Angry Platypus became the talk of the town with their incredible plays and electrifying performances. They won game after game, leaving their opponents in awe. Rico’s unique team captured the hearts of the locals and, media and baseball enthusiasts worldwide.

Ultimately, the Traveling Pink Ferrets & Angry Platypus became more than just a baseball team. They symbolized courage, unity, and the power of following one’s dreams. Rico Strong’s extraordinary vision had turned a seemingly crazy idea into a remarkable reality.

And so, the legacy of the Traveling Pink Ferrets & Angry Platypus baseball team lived on, inspiring generations to come. Their story was passed down from one baseball fan to another, reminding everyone that anything is possible with passion, determination, and a little imagination. The team’s success paved the way for more unconventional and innovative approaches in sports, proving that sometimes, the most extraordinary things can come from the most unexpected places.

The Traveling Pink Ferrets & Angry Platypus left a lasting impact on the baseball world, forever etching their names in the annals of sports history. Their remarkable journey was a testament to the power of teamwork, dedication, and belief in the impossible. Rico Strong’s dream had not only come true but had exceeded all expectations, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts and minds of all who witnessed their extraordinary feats.

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

PROSE

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?

Hidden Agenda

2023/12/28Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2166, writingLeave a comment

How have your political views changed over time?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

The short answer is NO. However, as I have gotten older and gained more experience, I better understand some of the motives. Politics is in almost every aspect of life. I would love to say, “I don’t do politics,” as I have said on several occasions, but that would be incorrect. What I mean is I prefer a straightforward approach to things. This way, one knows where they stand in a given situation. However, that’s not how things work, is it? There seems to be some hidden agenda.

The Memory Palace

2023/12/27Posted in ArticlesTagged article, cognition, From the Stoop, HEALTH, learning, memory, mental health, writing3 Comments

As we get older, we often find we don’t remember things the way we used to. I asked a doctor once about my failing memory, and his response was less than gratifying. I’ve never been one who took sweeping generalizations seriously. Despite aging, several conditions have an impact on memory. I’ve listed a few.

Alzheimer’s disease is a progressive brain disorder that affects memory, thinking, and behavior.
Dementia is a general term for a decline in cognitive ability severe enough to interfere with daily life.
Mild cognitive impairment is a condition that involves a slight decline in cognitive abilities but is not severe enough to interfere with daily functioning.
Stroke occurs when the blood supply is disrupted to the brain, leading to damage in brain function, including memory.
Traumatic brain injury is a brain injury that occurs as a result of a blow or jolt to the head and can lead to various cognitive impairments, including memory problems.
Depression is a mood disorder that can affect memory and cognitive functioning.
Anxiety disorders are mental health conditions that can contribute to memory difficulties.

As a person living with PTSD, I have issues with my short-term memory. Through researching the different conditions that affect my memory, I discovered several techniques that can assist with any memory issues one may be experiencing. One of the techniques I found that sounded sort of cool was a technique called a Memory Palace. Let’s take a look at an overview of the technique.

Memory Palace, also known as the Method of Loci, is a powerful technique used for centuries to enhance memory and recall. This technique involves creating a mental map or imaginary location, such as a house or a palace, and associating each piece of information with a specific location within that space. Individuals can effectively store and retrieve vast amounts of data by visualizing and navigating through this memory palace.

History of the Memory Palace Technique

The Memory Palace technique dates back to ancient Greece and Rome, where orators and scholars widely used it to memorize speeches, poems, and other important information. The Roman orator Cicero popularized the method, who believed associating ideas with vivid mental images created a lasting impression in the mind. This technique has been employed by many notable figures throughout history, including Aristotle, Sherlock Holmes, and even modern memory champions. Understanding the historical roots of the Memory Palace technique provides insight into its longevity and effectiveness as a memory enhancement tool.

How the Memory Palace Technique Works

The Memory Palace technique leverages the brain’s ability to remember spatial information. It capitalizes on the fact that our minds are naturally adept at recalling physical locations and their details. By mentally placing pieces of information in specific locations within a familiar or imagined space, we create a structured and organized system for storing and retrieving information. The process involves choosing a memory palace, mentally walking through it, and associating data with different locations. This technique allows readily recalling stored information by navigating through the memory palace. Understanding the inner workings of the Memory Palace technique helps individuals grasp its effectiveness and apply it to their own memory improvement goals.

Applications of the Memory Palace Technique

The Memory Palace technique has a wide range of applications and can enhance memory in various areas of life. Students can utilize this technique to remember complex subjects, such as history timelines or scientific formulas. Professionals can employ it to remember important details for presentations or speeches, ensuring a confident and accurate delivery. The Memory Palace technique can also improve language learning, memorizing scripts for acting or public speaking, or even remembering a grocery list. The versatility of the Memory Palace technique makes it applicable to various fields and everyday life scenarios.

Benefits of the Memory Palace Technique

The Memory Palace technique offers several benefits for memory improvement. Firstly, it provides a structured and organized system for storing and retrieving information, making it easier to recall. Individuals create strong mental connections that aid in memory retention by associating information with specific locations within a memory palace. Additionally, the visualization and navigation involved in the Memory Palace technique engage multiple senses, further enhancing memory and recall. This technique also promotes creativity and imagination, as individuals create vivid mental images to associate with the information they want to remember. Lastly, the Memory Palace technique is a practical and effective approach to enhancing cognitive abilities, regardless of age or educational background.

Conclusion

In conclusion, the Memory Palace technique is powerful for enhancing memory and recall. Its historical roots, working principles, applications, and benefits highlight its effectiveness as a memory enhancement technique. By leveraging the brain’s natural ability to remember spatial information, individuals can create a mental map that serves as a structured system for storing and retrieving information. Whether you are a student, professional, or simply looking to improve your memory, the Memory Palace technique offers a practical and effective approach to enhancing your cognitive abilities. Embrace the power of the Memory Palace and unlock your full memory potential.

If you find yourself or someone close to you experiencing cognitive issues, please seek assistance from a healthcare professional.

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.

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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.

The Gypsy

2023/12/26Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2164, The Daily's, writingLeave a comment

What is your all time favorite automobile?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

In an earlier post, I discussed my dream cars, so in this response, I’ll talk about my favorite vehicle I have owned. I’ve owned several cars over the years. My first pickup truck was a 1969 Ford F-100. She was called ”The Gypsy” and was the ugliest vehicle I ever owned. However, she ran like a dream. I missed that ole’ girl.

Good Stroll

2023/12/25Posted in The Daily'sTagged #FFFC, Art, books, creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2149, Photography, Random Thoughts, The Daily's, Travel, writing2 Comments

What are your favorite physical activities or exercises?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

There is nothing like taking a walk. I would add cigarettes and coffee to the mi, but that would only dimish the benefits. I was poor as a child, we had two ways to get anywhere; walking or riding your bike. In some cases, you ended up doing both. So I learned early to enjoy the journey. To freely allow the thoughts in my head to run wild. No one there sticking their opinion mudding up the process.

Even now, I walk with headphones on. The music provides a blanket shielding me from the outside. I hear my thoughts exhale, clear their throats, and call the rest of my body to order. My arms and legs are moving in unison to a subconscious rhythm. Yet, I realize my breathing is setting the tempo. My thoughts and ideas line up to me counted.

Next, I exclaim, not looking up at the next idea waiting to have their say.

“Good day, Mr. Khan”

“Good day.” I reply, waiting for them to get on with it. They take a moment to gather themselves to ensure not to waste my time. I’m thankful for the gesture actually. I can’t count the numerous times progress has been striflield by a ridiculous idea.

‘“Well get on with it,” I nudge.

“You see Sir, I been thinking the story needs a bit of restructuring.” Idea stated.

“How so?” I questioned. The idea went on to explain its opinion in great deal. I have to admit I like the idea. But I couldn’t let this go unchallenged. It was the principle of the thing. I can’t be having ideas rushing up to me at hours of the night thinking they’re to get their say. The other day I saw a wanna-be Picasso paint his cat pink.

Painting a cat pink, really?

Uncle Willie told me a story about a fella who had an idea to impress a woman. We all know the lengths men go to impress women. It’s ridiculous the things we come up with. Well this fella, got the idea that the women of his dreams was worth it. He met her at the local bowling alley. The story goes, she liked him well enough, but she always wanted to see what a kangaroo looked like up close. For months, they’d meet at the bowling alley and talk, but she kept bringing up the kangaroo thing. Finally, the fella invited her to fly with him to Australia to see a kangaroo. Her reply was that she didn’t know him well enough to go on a trip like that. What kind of woman did he think she was?

Cedric, the fella, was determined to have Gretchen, the woman, by any means necessary. So, he contacted a navy buddy who owed him a favor and got a damn kangaroo. Christmas Day 1966, when the bowling alley was closed, arranged for the place to open and convinced Gretchen to meet him there. So, Gretchen’s Christmas present was a kangaroo, named Rocky. Of course, Gretchen didn’t have any place to keep Rocky, so he lived with Cedric. Christmas 1967, they were married. The marriage lasted five years. Gretchen got the house and Rocky in the settlement. I know this may be hard to believe, but here is a photo from the day Gretchen and Rocky met.

Aunt Willie, on my father’s side, a bit touched if you listen to Nana. Despite this, Aunt Willie, was the most successful pig farmer in the state. A winter’s back, Aunt Willie got a notion that Charlene and Jessup, her pet pigs didn’t want to spend the winter in the cold. So, she pack them up and took them to the beach. The local took exception to the pigs at the beach and made a big ruckus. However, Aunt Willie was to snap a picture of Charlene and Jessup before things got out of hand.

I have to admit I’m a bit jealous, they look rather peaceful.

There’s nothing like a good stroll to clear your mind and you get a little exercise to boot.

A Christmas Story

2023/12/24Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2153, The Daily's, Travel, writing4 Comments

What cities do you want to visit?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I’ve been pretty fortunate in my life, for the most part. I’ve done a great deal of traveling in my lifetime. I found myself in places I didn’t know existed and places I thought you only read about in travel books that lay on the coffee tables of most of my friend’s living rooms. I remember several mothers sitting in their chairs, thumbing through the magazines, sporadically mentioning something that caught their eye. Honestly, I never imagined leaving the state, let alone leaving the country.

Despite my travels, there are a few cities I wouldn’t mind visiting. Crete, Milan, and Sydney.

Photo by Patrick McLachlan on Pexels.com

While I was stationed in Korea, a few friends of mine got the notion that we wanted to spend Christmas in Australia. This is the same crew that participated in the high jinxes of I Got Drunk in Korea and Woke Up in Japan. Not familiar with that story? Click here. Now, we intended to have a relatively tame experience in comparison to the previously mentioned adventure, but no fun is for suckers. At least, that was the favorite saying of one of the members of the crew.

The unit we assigned was constantly on alert status. So, I was on call 70 percent of the time I was there. Another specialist was assigned to the unit about a couple of months before the holidays, and he finally had enough training to take a shift. This meant I got a much needed break. My plans were to drink and drink some more. I had never been one to plan anything special. I just kind of went with the flow. The crew suggested the Australia trip. I thought about it and responded with why not. We didn’t have much money, so we couldn’t afford plane tickets. This is where I came in. I was the idea guy. So I made a call, and there was a Hop over to Australia.

I couldn’t believe it. Christmas in Sydney. I got all excited, so the fever had got to us all. We put in for passes and packed our bags. We rode the bus as far south as possible, then took a cab. There we were at the airport, congratulating one another. The only problem was on a Hop it was space available. You could get bumped for several reasons. So, we sat anxiously waiting to see if we could catch the flight. One of the guys flirted with a female Airmen, and she assured us we would be good to go. I wasn’t paying it, but who knows it might work out.

As it turned out, the Airmen was true to her word; we got seats. We were heading to the plane and heard an announcement over the intercom. I didn’t hear what was said initially, but the guys grabbed me and said come on. The announcement had called for us by name, which only meant one thing: our unit was on alert. So, the plan was to pretend we didn’t hear the announcement and get on the flight. We could deal with any punishment when we got back, So we hid and waited for an opening to board the plane.

The opening we had been waiting for had finally arrived. We were making our move towards the plane when I heard a soft voice behind me.

“You gonna make me chase you, soldier?”

Sydney was 100 feet away. I could make it. However, I turned around to look into the eyes of one of the most beautiful women I had seen. I tried not to react, but apparently, my expression gave me away.

The MP sergeant stepped to me and said softly,” Let me guess, you think I’m cute and don’t take me seriously?” I swallowed and presumed the position of parade rest. Three extremely large MPs joined her, bearing no-nonsense expressions. She studied me momentarily with her emerald eyes and then nodded.

“Follow us, soldiers,” she ordered.

She and another soldier drove us back to our unit. Defeated, we exited the van and were met by our boss. He looked relieved at the sight of us, which meant things were bad. I turned to look back at the van and gazed right into the eyes of the Sergeant again. We held each other gaze momentarily, and then they drove off. For the next three days, I didn’t sleep. I worked on what seemed like every system we had. The chatter was they would strike us from multiple fronts, but it turned out to be nothing but smoke.

I finally made it to my rack late in the morning, Christmas day. The scratchy wool blanket and worn out pillow never felt so good.

“Wiz….Wiz!” my boss woke me from my coma. “Step lively … free booze,” he continued. I jumped into a pair of jeans and a sweater. We got the NCO Club, and there was an amazing spread. The crew was already there slipping on wine. I instantly perked up. It was a lovely dinner, and after a couple, only a few of us left drinking and telling stories. Then I heard a familiar soft voice.

“May we join you?” the voice asked, I looked up into the eyes of the MP sergeant. She had three other women with her. “These are my friends; I hope you don’t mind?” she asked. I looked at my friends, who were grinning like schoolboys. I nodded, and they all sat down. Each of them took their pick. The sergeant sat next to me.

“I’m Fiona, and you are?” she asked, smiling. She knew exactly who I was. We chuckled and enjoyed the rest of the night with our friends.

It wasn’t Sydney, but that Christmas turned out okay.

As Always

~thanks for reading~

Let George Do It

2023/12/24Posted in The Daily'sTagged Art, books, creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2150, musical, writingLeave a comment

Have you ever performed on stage or given a speech?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I’ve given speeches and lectures several times during my adulthood. However, I’ve been a victim of stage fright. Yet, I’ve done so many of them you couldn’t tell. However, I’ve only performed on stage once.

My stage debut was in a musical called Let George Do It. My teacher came into the class and told us we would perform a musical for the whole school. I didn’t understand what that really meant, but I listened. I can’t remember how this happened, but I ended up with the lead part of George Washington. Of course, since this was a musical, the lead role required me to sing. I didn’t sing then, and I don’t sing now. However, I figured my refusal to sing would indeed send me to the back, where I could pretend to sing along. As it turned out, my teacher had other ideas.

She decided I speak all the parts of the lead role. I was terrified, but somehow I got through it. Unbeknownst to her, this brilliant move launched my public speaking career. I’m indebted to her for that. It has served me well over the years. Thanks teach.

Six Word Story – 12192023

2023/12/192024/09/24Posted in ChallengesTagged creative writing, Random Thoughts, Six Word Story, writingLeave a comment

PROSE – SIX WORD STORY

Low tech is the best tech

REBLOG: Pooroldhenry’s post

2023/12/13Posted in ProseTagged politics, REBLOG, 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

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.

CMMC – November

2023/12/10Posted in PhotographyTagged CMMC, inspiration, photo editing, Photography, Shutterbug Adventures, style, writing2 Comments

PHOTOGRAPHY- COLOR

I have been playing catch-up all month. So, I figured I’d do one post featuring the challenges for November.

Here is my response to CMMC – Macro or Close-Up

Here is my response to CMMC – Pick a Topic from her photo

Here is my response to CMMC – Red Color

Here is my response to CMMC – Alphabet ending in R

Real American Heroes

2023/12/09Posted in The Daily'sTagged Art, books, creative writing, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2147, Fiction, literature, Photography, poetry, Prose, The Daily's, writing3 Comments

What’s your favorite cartoon?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I watched so many cartoons as a child I can’t remember them all. Of course, the classics like Scrooby-Do and Bugs Bunny. However, there was one cartoon that appeared later. GI-Joe ended up being my jam. It might have sparked from having the action figure GI Joe with the kung-fu grip. Whatever the reason, I enjoyed every episode I was able to catch. What’s cool is that YouTube has all the episodes.

Turkey Day, Hemi’s, Bullitt, and Family

2023/12/09Posted in ChallengesTagged books, creative writing, daily exercise, inspiration, Photography, Prose, Random Thoughts, Share your world, writingLeave a comment

Here’s my response to pensitivity101‘s Share Your World

Here are this week’s questions:

Gratitude:
Knowing you’re loved is priceless.

Over the last several weeks, I’ve had a rough go of it, to put it mildly. What I have learned and been reminded of is that I’m loved. There is no doubt about that.

What is your idea of a good holiday? Seeing the sights, lazing on a beach, hitting the night spots, getting away from it all……………….

My favorite holiday in the U.S. is Thanksgiving. It’s all about the food. Dishes you haven’t had all year are waiting for you to gorge yourself into oblivion. There are no diets or anything like that. In short, it is the ultimate cheat day. Another thing about this holiday, perhaps the most important, is being with family. It doesn’t get any better than that.

You are offered tickets to a show. Which would you prefer, Opera, Play, Cinema, Entertainment, Ice Gala, or something else?

During my 50th birthday celebration, a friend took me to see Cirque du Soleil. I remember complaining the entire trip to the show. Grumbling nonsense about any and everything. My friend stood her ground and let me rant. She had gotten us incredible seats, and the show was amazing. The gracefulness of the performers was breathtaking. It was an ice show, so I kept waiting for someone to face plant. Didn’t happen. I would watch something like that again.

Have you ever won a sports trophy (or something similar for a particular achievement):

I was a jock during my youth, so I picked up a few trophies here and there. My mother kept them in a bag. I received awards while serving in the military. I used to call the wall my wife hung them on “The Wall of Shame.” Don’t get me wrong. I’m proud of the time I spent in the military. There is no question that it helped shape me into the man I am today. I never did buy into the whole medal thing. It was more about what we were doing and its importance. However, there was an occasion when I was recognized for an achievement. I got no medal or ceremony, just a simple handwritten thank you note. That gesture means more to me than any awards.

What is your dream car (fact or fictional):

As a child, I remember being enthralled by several cars before settling in on my favorite. I still can’t pick a definite favorite, but two stand out. In 1979, the cult classic Phantasm was released. It was a tripped out movie that didn’t make any sense to me at the time. However, my friends and I still talk about that movie. Not as much as we did as kids, but now and again, someone will mention a line at the perfect moment, and we just laugh.

There were several notable characters in that film, but it wasn’t a character that caused the movie to be bookmarked in my mind; it was the car. A Plymouth Barracuda raced away, rescuing the characters and taking them to safety. From that moment, that was my car. I did my best to learn about that model car, but I discovered something different that I loved even more. A 1968 Plymouth Hemi Cuda became my jam. Take a look

My first love

As I got older and started my journey into becoming a mechanic with my father, I learned more about cars and their capabilities. My father was aware of my infatuation with the Hemi but schooled me about the other muscle cars of that era. My appreciation grew for American Muscle. I had the privilege of building and repairing several different ones with my dad. I’m more of a circuit head than a gearhead. Yet, I love mechanics; it’s in me bones. After Pop went to the otherside of the veil, I found myself watching old movies with car chases: Smokey and the Bandit, Dukes of Hazzard, The French Connection, and finally, Bullitt. I found my second love, a 1968 Ford Mustang – GT-500. Let’s take a look at the scene that grabbed me.

My second love

However, a different year model of Mustang, the movie Gone in 60 Seconds, the remake with Nicolas Cage, featured a 1967 GT-500. The original featured a 1971 Mustang, a beast in her own right but not as sexy. Here are two clips that express my love for this car.

Demonstrates my respect for the car

Sweet!

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.

Dickies, Boots, and a Ball Cap

2023/11/302023/11/30Posted in The Daily'sTagged daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2138, The Daily's, writing1 Comment

What are your two favorite things to wear?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I’ve never really paid attention to the things I wear once I became an adult. I’ve found I’m most comfortable in pair of Dickies pants, a good boot, and a ball cap. Yeah, this prompt doesn’t require a lot of thought.

Park & Rec

2023/11/30Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2125, The Daily's, writingLeave a comment

What is your favorite place to go in your city?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

As a child, I developed a fondness for spending time in the parks. I would ride my bike to the different parks in my hometown. Each time I relocate, I drive around the new location to find the parks in the area. I search the surrounding areas for national parks, wildlife refuges, or reserves. I loved spending time in nature. It helps me to clear my head. I’ve written some of my best story ideas in these places. One of the reasons I love my iPad.

So, I take my trusty Nikon and cell as a backup to capture the glimpses of the world that usually only reside in our memories that fade over time. From time to time, they appear in fragments that invoke smiles whose warmth melts away the grime.

I love to combine challenges, so I took the opportunity to participate in a challenge I came across earlier this month. Here is my entry for XingfuMama’s Pull Up a Seat Challenge

Skywriting -112820231429

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?

Whispers of the Dark #13

2023/11/192023/11/19Posted in ProseTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Random Thoughts, writing1 Comment

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.

Who Knows?

2023/11/19Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2112, writing2 Comments

What will your life be like in three years?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

If I’ve learned anything as of late, it is life is the uncertainty of life. However, if things go as planned, I will be retired in decent health. Decent health because good health left a few years back. It didn’t even leave a note. I think I feel some sort of way about the whole affair. Often, I wonder what I will do with myself during retirement. The short answer is … Whatever I want.

First, I will buy a support truck filled with motorcycle parts. I will be the last to retire, and we plan to drive the historic Route 66 on motorcycles. My job at this point is to drive the support vehicle to handle any maintenance issues that may arise. All of us are former mechanics, so no worries about being able to handle any issues that may occur.

Next, I will ensure all camera equipment is ready to document the trip. This list includes video camera, DSLR, dash cam, and spares of all the accessories. I will bring plenty of notebooks to record my rants. It’s sacrilege to have a good rant go undocumented. I will also include an iPad and laptop for those lazy days. Well, that’s the plan anyway.

However, who knows?

Kickin’ It Old Skool

2023/11/19Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2114, writingLeave a comment

How do you manage screen time for yourself?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

The first time I noticed my iPad notifying me about my screen time usage was disturbing. I didn’t know it was a thing until that point. I wondered why it tracked this information and what it would do with it. So, instantly, I pulled out my journal and started hashing out theories about what “The Man” would do with this information. Tracking my screen time, what? They better get out of here with that mess.

Of course, I was in a full PTSD episode, and my paranoia was out of control. Despite this, I took steps to limit my screen time. I still use most of them.

I manage my screen time the old fashion way. I pick up a book. I have no problem getting lost in a story of another design. However, if I’m working on a story or an idea for an article, I write down things down in a journal. I practice stream of consciousness writing. This exercise frees me from the confides of my mind. It allows me to forget about time and distractions. I usually have a audiobook playing in the background. Interesting enough, research suggests that visual reading and audiobooks stimulate the same region of the brain. Crazy, I know.

Listening to audiobooks for me took some getting used to. I found myself getting distracted. However, over time I use as an exercise in active listening. Well that’s it. That’s all of it.

Six Word Story – 11192023

2023/11/19Posted in ChallengesTagged #WRITEPHOTO, creative writing, daily exercise, Six Word Story, writingLeave a comment

As many of you know, I like to combine challenges. So, today we are combining Six Word Story and #WRITEPHOTO – Tour. Let’s get to it, shall we?

I don’t care, not riding that!

Confessions of a Horrible Student

2023/11/19Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, Cyranny Cove, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2115, The Daily's, writing2 Comments

What was your favorite subject in school?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE – CREATIVE NON-FICTION/FICTION – MAYBE A LITTLE OF BOTH

I could lie here, but I won’t. I could spin a fantastic but believable yarn about something that has nothing to do with the question. I’m a fiction writer; it’s what I do. You know, it’s my jam. One might even say it was my birthright. There are several writers in my family and all. I love learning. But school? I needed that like I needed another hole in my head. So, like any other flagrantly bored kid, I became a miscreant. A chatterbox, class clown, or any other thing I could think of that keeps me entertained. I considered my antics to be my responsibility to keep things lively. Until one day, my actions had reached their limit.

My mother tried to call my father, his secretary, a battle-axe of the highest order, my father’s description, not mine. I was too young to know what battle-axe meant and refused to disturb dear ole’ pop. So, my mother hung up the phone. By her expression, trouble was afoot. When my father came home, I was dismissed from the room. My mother started in on my father before he read his newspaper, a cardinal sin. Ticking off my mother, however, was a deadly sin. As I listened through the vent, I heard my mother go into lurid detail about her dissatisfaction.

Allow me to provide a snippet …

Mother: GGGGRRRRRRRRR!!!!

There might have been flames. I couldn’t be sure. Once, during a bedtime story, Mother confessed to being part dragon.

Father: But…But … But … I can explain.

By the sound of his voice, it was apparent my father was miserable. I remember being scolded by my mother, and it wasn’t anywhere close to the level of what I heard. I felt miserable.

Afterward, Father came into my room and gave me the look. You know, the one parents give their children that lets the child know whatever reason they are showing that look stops now. Then he followed it with the look that only evolves in the following.

Action One: The head immediately drops down and avoids eye contact.

Action Two: Shoulders droop with the execution of a defeated sigh. There is a slight hesitation between the droop and the sigh. Timing is everything.

Action Three: The Apology

This is the most crucial of the actions. Execution is paramount. One could have nailed the first two actions, but bugger the third. It’s over. Here are a few suggestions I have witnessed and used in the past.

Pleading eyes – crucial
The swallow – a hard swallow after the pleading eyes, masterful
The acknowledgment – a simple “Yes sir or ma’am” executed in the proper tone; genius
The Apology – This must be nailed with an adequate amount of sincerity and remorse. I cannot stress the importance of this enough. Watery eyes or tears are allowed, even if you are a boy. We have to do what is necessary. There is no shame in it.

Now, my father stood there looking at me strangely. I knew my execution was flawless. Yet, I wondered why he hadn’t left the room. I had to resist the temptation to speak. It might ruin the effectiveness of my performance. Finally, he said.

“You know,” he started. We are aware that nothing good comes from sentences starting off like that. I attempted to settle as I thought, “Oh Boy!”

“When I was young, I always wanted a knucklehead son and look a knucklehead!” he said, gesturing towards me. He turned and headed out of the room.

“You know,” he said. There’s that phrase again.

“The apology was good. Very good, if I’m being honest. I almost bought it. Your timing was off. You’ll have to step up your game to fool your mother.” he finished and walked the room.

I never did fool my mother. I think my father derived a bit of pleasure from watching me try. In the present, I can say that English was my favorite subject. I used it to become a decent storyteller. I enjoy putting words together like a puzzle.

I’d like to thank Cyranny’s Cove for doing us the courtesy of providing inspiring words that shaped this story. If you haven’t checked out the site, get over there.

I hope you enjoyed today’s story. Trying to make the words fit the story in my head was hard. But I had a blast.

~thanks for reading~

Java & Verse #6

2023/11/17Posted in ProseTagged article, 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

Shortwave Radio and Rabbit Foot’s

2023/11/17Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2121, writingLeave a comment

What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever found (and kept)?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

As a child, I could be classified as strange or weird. I spent a great deal of time alone riding my bike or sitting by the lake staring at nothing. One day, I noticed a radio on bench. I waited all day for someone to come back for it. It was nice and fancy radio. I was sure someone would return for it. However, no one ever did. I took the radio home, but my mother made me return it. We waited until dark and no one came back. So she let me keep it. I played that radio every day until one day it just stopped.

I learned how to repair radios after that. I’ve built them out of spare parts. I’ve listened to radio broadcasts from around the world.

A few years later, my mother made me change schools. I wasn’t a problem child or anything so I couldn’t understand I had to leave all my friends. It seemed like the end of the world, but it wasn’t. I swore I didn’t belong there and would never make any friends. However, one kid took upon himself to be my friend. While everyone else treated me like a pariah. This kid did his best to make me feel welcome. I don’t think I ever thanked him for that.

One day, we found a rabbit’s foot by the school we so excited. About what I can’t remember why, but none of that matters. What matters is at that moment we made a lasting memory. Something I didn’t know until decades later. Well my friend has kept that rabbit foot all these years. When he told me he still had the rabbit’s foot I couldn’t believe it.

It’s cool finding a radio would change my life. The coolest things I’ve found are a shortwave radio and rabbit’s foot

The Transcontinental Railroad: Connecting a Nation

2023/11/16Posted in ArticlesTagged article, creative writing, From the Stoop, history, Trains, writing5 Comments

Introduction

I’ve been a history buff my whole life. I can quite literally spend emerged in the annals of time. Who, what, and why, the unsolved mysteries, or trying to separate truth from legend. My first love affair started with the Old West: the hats, the six-shooters strapped to them, and the steadfast sense of justice.

One can’t talk about the Old West without talking about the trains. I remember as a boy walking the tracks; my arms outstretched while I tried rather unsuccessfully to keep my balance on the track. When I got older, I would jump from car to car. I still have an extreme fascination with trains. Let’s take a few moments to discuss the creation of the railroad.

The Transcontinental Railroad stands as a monumental achievement in American history, forever changing the landscape of transportation and communication. Completed in 1869, this groundbreaking project connected the eastern and western coasts of the United States, spanning nearly 2,000 miles. In this post, we will explore the significance of the Transcontinental Railroad and its impact on the nation’s development.

A Triumph of Engineering

The construction of the Transcontinental Railroad was no small feat. The task of laying tracks across vast terrains, including rugged mountains and scorching deserts, required incredible engineering skills and determination. Thousands of workers, including Chinese immigrants, Irish immigrants, and Civil War veterans, toiled under harsh conditions to make this vision a reality. They faced numerous challenges, from blasting through mountains to traversing treacherous landscapes. The railroad’s completion shortened travel time from coast to coast from several months to just a matter of days, revolutionizing trade and commerce.

Uniting a Divided Nation

One of the most remarkable aspects of the Transcontinental Railroad was its role in unifying a divided nation. At its completion, the United States was still recovering from the wounds of the Civil War. The railroad acted as a symbol of progress and reconciliation, connecting the once-disparate regions of the country. It fostered economic growth, encouraged migration, and strengthened ties between communities. People from different backgrounds and walks of life came together to work on the railroad, forging new connections and friendships. The Transcontinental Railroad became a powerful force in promoting a sense of national identity and solidarity among Americans.

Revolutionizing Trade and Commerce

The Transcontinental Railroad had a profound impact on the nation’s economy. It opened up new markets and facilitated the transportation of goods across the country faster and more efficiently. Farmers and manufacturers now had access to larger consumer bases, leading to increased production and prosperity. The railroad also played a crucial role in the growth of urban centers along its route, stimulating the development of industries and creating new job opportunities. The Transcontinental Railroad transformed the United States into a global economic powerhouse, with goods flowing seamlessly from coast to coast.

Cultural Exchange and Innovation

The construction of the Transcontinental Railroad brought together people from diverse backgrounds and cultures. Former Slaves and Chinese immigrants played a significant role in building the railroad, contributing their expertise and labor. Their presence and contributions had a lasting impact on American society, shaping its cultural landscape. The Transcontinental Railroad spurred innovation and technological advancements. Engineers and inventors developed new methods and technologies to overcome the challenges of building the railroad, leading to advances in engineering, communication, and transportation that had far-reaching effects beyond the railroad itself.

Track work takes place in Nevada as Central Pacific forces build the western link of the first transcontinental railroad, now a part of the Southern Pacific system, on May 10, 1868. Rail layers shown in the foreground were followed by gangs of Chinese laborers who spaced and spiked the rail to the ties. (AP Photo/Southern Pacific News Bureau)

Legacy and Impact

The completion of the Transcontinental Railroad was a monumental achievement that forever changed the course of American history. It not only connected the nation physically but also symbolized unity and progress. The railroad revolutionized transportation, fostered economic growth, and played a crucial role in the nation’s development. The impact of this extraordinary engineering feat can still be felt today, reminding us of the power of human ingenuity and the boundless possibilities of collaboration. The Transcontinental Railroad is a testament to the vision, dedication, and hard work of countless individuals who came together to connect a nation.

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?*

Men and their Toys

2023/11/142023/11/14Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2117, Prose, The Daily's, writingLeave a comment

Name the most expensive personal item you’ve ever purchased (not your home or car).

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

For most things, I’m a tightwad, even described as squeezing a penny so tight you can see the booger in Lincoln’s nose. There’s truth in that statement, with one exception. When it comes to my tech, I Typically spare no expense.

I don’t run out buying tech all willy-nilly. There will be none of that nonsense. Each piece of equipment must be researched again and again before purchase. Despite this rule, I keep equipment long after it should be replaced or upgraded.

Examples of this devotion to all things frugal: I shoot most of my photos with a secondhand Nikon D3200 and process video on a MacBook Pro. The MacBook Pro was ridiculously priced but is worth the coin. I’ve worn out three Windows boxes since I purchased my Mac.

My Sony FS5 was by far the most expensive equipment I own. She is old but gets the job done. I’m looking for a new camera body to possibly replace my Nikon. It’s going to cost an arm and leg, but what am I going to do? I have no choice, you know? Men and their toys and all.

I Can’t Believe You’re Asking Me This …

2023/11/13Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2118, The Daily's, writing3 Comments

What is good about having a pet?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I know there are people in this world who don’t entertain the idea of having a pet. I get it. They can be messy, expensive, and a lot of work. They even of the nerve at times to look at you as if you have done something inappropriate.

This is Roscoe … He always looks at me this way

Let’s not mention, talking to them and they completely ignore or disregard what your saying to them.

This is Emmett … He such a ham. He never pays me any attention

Seven years, I been dealing with this fella. Not so much as peep. You’d think if you dig holes in a guys years for that long, you could be at least friendly.

Sophie and Me chillin seeing what we can get into next

Sophie was a rescue and we have been together for two years now. I truly believe we rescued each other. I have bad days sometimes and she seems to understand when I’m having a hard time and comes to me. It’s quite amazing if you think about it.

Now, I going to provide some general information about ESA’s and their benefits.

The Importance of an Emotional Support Animal

Emotional support animals play a crucial role in providing comfort and emotional stability to their owners. These animals are not just pets; they are certified to provide specific assistance to individuals with mental health disorders. ESAs can help alleviate symptoms of anxiety, depression, PTSD, and other emotional conditions. They offer unconditional love, companionship, and a sense of security, which can greatly improve the overall well-being of their owners.

The Benefits of Emotional Support Animals

There are numerous benefits of having an emotional support animal. Firstly, the presence of an ESA can help reduce feelings of loneliness and isolation. Many individuals with mental health conditions often struggle with social interactions, but having a loyal companion by their side can provide a sense of belonging and comfort. ESAs can also help regulate emotions by providing a source of calmness and stability during times of distress.

Moreover, emotional support animals can help individuals cope with stress and anxiety. The simple act of petting or cuddling with an ESA has been proven to release endorphins, which are known as “feel-good” chemicals. This natural boost in mood can help reduce anxiety levels and promote relaxation. Additionally, the responsibility of taking care of an ESA can provide a sense of purpose and routine, which is particularly beneficial for individuals struggling with depression.

The Legal Rights of Emotional Support Animals

It is essential to understand the legal rights surrounding emotional support animals. In many countries, including the United States, ESAs are protected under the law. This means that individuals with valid ESA certifications can have their animals accompany them in housing that otherwise has a “no pets” policy. They are also allowed to travel on airplanes with their emotional support animals without having to pay additional fees.

However, it is important to note that emotional support animals are not the same as service animals. Service animals undergo extensive training to perform specific tasks for individuals with disabilities, while emotional support animals provide emotional comfort. Understanding the distinction between the two is crucial to ensure the appropriate rights and accommodations.

Safe

2023/11/122023/11/12Posted in PoetryTagged creative writing, poetry, writingLeave a comment

POETRY

The message couldn’t have been clearer
it was like a strobeing neon sign…
or looped playback of an unwanted message

The sulfur fills your nostrils and you’re mesmerized by the dancing flame

Why did you foolishly believe in this?
why where so easily taken in by its lure?
why did you allow yourself to breath life into boyish fantasy?

The amber light severed the darkness for a moment as you took a drag

Shaking your head, you exhale…bathing in the realism of the moment
You step back into the shadows…..step back into the known
step back before you become a victim of the voracious nature of life

You thump the ashes from your cigar in the darkness ….safe and free

Glowing in the Sun

2023/11/11Posted in PoetryTagged combat, creative writing, daily exercise, life, Poems from Another Time, poetry, Veterans Day, writing6 Comments

POETRY – REFLECTION

There is a silence in the room
No words spoken, emotions so thick one could smother
Fighting back the tears, as you look back at her face.
She’s sitting on the steps, glowing in the sun.

Your bag is packed, yet you search for a reason not to leave.
Standing the final stance before departure…knowing too well it is time
Feeling the tenderness of her touch
Followed by the warmth of her lips.

Exhaling in the moment, the next is unknown

Walking out the door, never turning around
Not wanting your tears to show.
The ride to post was longer today than any others
Your brothers and sisters in arms have the same upon their faces

Equipment and manifest checks … moments away from destiny
Chatter fills the room, but no one speaks of why we are here
As if you speak its name, you give it power.
To speak its name, the illusion would be over

We muster on the flight line, trying to stay strong
We look through the crowd, watching your brethren summoning the courage
Moments away from fighting an unknown cause
Fighting with undying zeal and without pause

The plane is loaded, and slumber takes over
Getting all we can get while we can
Waken by the plane’s descent, our nerves on fire
Knowing that the illusion is over and dues need to be paid

We flick the switch ….

Boom boom….boom boom ….boom boom
Can you hear it?

Boom boom…boom boom ….boom boom
War drums sound off

Boom boom…boom boom ….boom boom
Our soul screams!!!!

YEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!

Now we embrace our beast and let them out

Fighting relentlessly ….

Stained with essence ….

Innocence shattered ….

Desperately searching for the next thing that is keeping you away
Through bloodshot eyes, we see all the enemies have vanished
No one else to fight … no more orphans caused
At least no more today

We flick off the switch ….

Leaning in the doorway, standing there looking
Looking at the most breathtaking thing that these eyes have seen
In what seems to be a lifetime

I see you ….

Glowing in the sun

~thank you for reading~

FedEx, Strange Money, and Who Am I?

2023/11/07Posted in ChallengesTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Share your world, writing2 Comments

Here’s my response to Pensitivity101’s Share Your World

This week on her is a lovely tribute. It is in the memories of others that we truly achieve immortality. May we all become immortal.

Do you ever feel more excited about getting the package in the mail, rather than the item that’s in it? Yes, there have many times I received a package and wondered what goodies am I about to receive. I’ve been let down too many times, to be specific.

What is the difference between your ideal self and your real self? (i.e. what attribute or physical feature would allow you feel the ideal ‘you’?) I wish I saw myself as something else. I wonder who I would become? What would be the ideal version of myself? Would I be suave? Charismatic? Perhaps I would live on a mountain in an unknown region, communing with the birds. Wouldn’t it be cool to learn a bird language? In this ideal version of myself, would I still be a writer?

However, I’m not that fortunate. I am just a simple man living my life as best I can. I embrace my faults and learn from them. Some lessons are costly, and others not so much. Yet, no matter the cost, each is full of wisdom. I need the patience to listen. Who I am may not work for some, but it’s good enough for me. Everyone else is already taken. This includes any fantasy version of myself. I’m a writer, so I can make myself pretty sweet. However, The Madre has always urged me to use my powers for good. If I’m nothing else, I strived to be a good son.

If you found $2,000 on the ground and there were no witnesses, what would you do with it? I would turn it to the local authorities. Some folks are looking at this answer and saying, “Yeah, right, you would turn it in.” But I would. I’ve lost money before, and someone turned it in. I’m very thankful for that honest person. So why not pay it forward?

Are you ever morally obliged to take action? Under what circumstances? Yes, whenever I can assist people in need. As long as it doesn’t interfere with my responsibilities to my family. When this occurs, it usually affects how much I can assist. My code doesn’t allow me to say no.

Swing and Climb Trees

2023/11/052024/10/29Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2106, Prose, The Daily's, writingLeave a comment

What does it mean to be a kid at heart?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

Sometimes, it’s hard for me to remember what it’s like to be a kid at heart. Lately, I’ve been reminiscing about childhood. I have had several random memories.

I remember pacing endlessly, wondering if my latest crush was into me. I enlisted help from my friends to discern my plight, but they weren’t any help. Then, a girl from the class appeared out of nowhere. She was known to accomplish this feat regularly. There was talk if she was some sort of fairy or some other mythical creature. Putting aside her unknown origins, she offered a probable solution to my crisis. There was a daisy in her hand.

She began plucking the pedals one by one, uttering, ” She loves me,” “She loves me not.” We waited as she continued plucking as if the fate of the world rested on the result. When she finished, I had a new love. However, this result was the farthest from the truth. I remember playing this game. It gives me a hardy laugh.

One of my friend’s mother asked me once if I was part squirrel. I didn’t know what she meant, but looking back, I can see why she asked that. I would scurry up a tree in a heartbeat, leaving her son looking up and complaining until he found the courage to climb up with me. We were kings, looking down at the world. We would pack sandwiches and comic books, staying there for hours.

I remember spending hours on various swing sets around the neighborhood. This photo reminds me of an old swing set where I used to sneak and swing. It was something sitting there gathering my thoughts about what mischief I was going to into next.

The bottom represents the playground swing I played with as a child. The swing I used to court my latest crush. The laughter, how I remember the laughter. It was almost like we didn’t know fear. We shared interests, fears, and passions. We never considered whether or not the information we shared would be used against us. It was friendships forged from innocence.

When I can, I think about those moments and smile. Because we used to swing and climb trees.

Confessions of a Bookworm & Shopaholic

2023/11/052023/11/05Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2110, The Daily's, writingLeave a comment

What are your favorite websites?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

There are far too many quality websites to call one my favorite. However, there are a few I visit regularly. I understand this might be the time to publicly admit. [Clearing my throat] My name is Mangus, and I’m a bookworm and shopaholic. Because of this compulsion, I spend a considerable amount of time on Amazon. I just can’t help myself. I have one of those Kindle Fire things, so I buy books all the time. To make matters worse, I acquire most of my provisions from there as well. Not to mention office supplies, electronics, and ridiculous whatnot that one buys on a wimp.

Until recently, I spent a great of time on Goodreads. A social media site for bookworms. I admit the idea is exciting. However, I have purposely been weening myself from Goodreads in hopes of somehow curving my book buying. Then there’s Abe.com; where can you believe this madness; people post books for sale. There are first editions and the lot waiting for me to enter my credit card information. Thriftbooks.com has reasonably priced books and a points system so you can get some discounts. So not fair.

Wish me luck in my pursuit of curving my addictions. I’m running out of space for bookshelves and my Kindle is almost full.

Six Word Story – 11042023

2023/11/04Posted in PoetryTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Prose, Six Word Story, writingLeave a comment

PROSE

I always enjoy discovering new ways of pushing myself as a writer. Every sentence is an opportunity to redefine my limits. Often, I find myself struggling with who I’m becoming in the wake of my existence. There was a time when I felt certain who I was and my purpose. Now, with age and health issues, I wonder…

What kind of man are you?

Epiphany of Madness

2023/11/01Posted in PoetryTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Poems from Another Time, poetry, writing2 Comments

POETRY – FREEVERSE

Here, in the chambers of my madness, I am showered by my decadence. The weight of my arrogance bears heavily on my soul, dropping me to my knees, beaten and shallow.
The eyes of my damnation have opened. From its lips, a howl is released that cringes the wicked.

In a fleeting moment….

I believed someone wanted to hear what I had to say.
Believing I had something worthy of saying.

For a moment….

I believed my words could inspire and ignite,
Yet they are daunt and douse.
I believed my words could teleport you from drab and mundane,
to the majestic and climatic

For a moment….

I believed I was good enough to defend the faith, which gives us breath
I believed I was that breath, filling the lungs of the passionate.

For a moment…
I believed the faces of the slain would fade,
Yet I drift deeper into a sea of their weeping souls.
Believing I was strong enough to let go of the things that bind me.
Though I await sadness to draw life that remains….leaving me hollow.

Bound by lunacy’s chains, I am danging in its web, screaming…
Liberating my sanity as I stare into the fright and pain.
Knowing I can’t let go of the hope … of grace.

For my fortitude must be unwavering.
If I’m lucky, my courage will be limitless

Yet, I must be careful, for I hope for….
For it might destroy it all.

Yes, I must be careful …
For it might destroy me.

In the twilight of this revelation, I slump, weakened…
for I am dying.
From my lifeless lips, I speak Passion’s name
Breaking the chains, I rise untouched by the flames of Madness.

holding on to the dream that I’m powerful enough
Powerful enough to scribe in lines of the destined.
Wise enough to scribe the words that will bring us home.
Strong enough to wield the words that will bind our drifting souls.

Bringing us to a place we all belong, united and strong
A place where our words cast out the darkness that sometimes fills our hearts.

Yet, I must be careful about what I long for….
Careful for what I yearn for ….
I might get things I don’t want

Yet, I pray hear you my plea

Just before the dawn of this …
Epiphany of Madness

One Wish

2023/10/31Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2105, The Daily's, wisdom, writing10 Comments

You have three magic genie wishes, what are you asking for?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

Dealing with a Djinn is like bucking the tiger odds. The odds are in favor of the house. This is because we speak in generalities. we are specific about what we want or need. Sometimes, we actually think we know exactly what we need only to find out it isn’t what we needed at all.

If I remember my scripture, Solomon was the wisest man in the world and there wouldn’t be another as wise as him. If he couldn’t get it right, then I suppose we are good.

I don’t need three wishes. I just need one.

I wish could I get out of my own way

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.

Skywriting103020231900

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.

This body is made for walking

2023/10/302023/11/04Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2103, The Daily's, writing6 Comments

What is your favorite form of physical exercise?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

There was a time when running was everything to me. I’ve literally have run hundreds if not thousands of miles in my life. It’s something about the struggle between your mind and body. The two of them trying to find synchronicity. The feeling is difficult to put into words.

Pushing past the pain, the burn in your lungs, the ache from your muscles, and the satisfaction once you have completed. Brings back memories. Depending on the weather, each run presents a difficult challenge. I always secretly loved running in the rain. Especially, a storm. I’d run straight into in an act of defiance. Knowing I should be inside, but no!

The battle between my will and Mother Nature had begun. Of course, I wasn’t going to win, but I would not be taken lightly. I would not cower inside like a good boy and wait. Yeah, that’s where was at, right there. Recalling it, brings back the emotions. My heart rate elevates, my breathing deepens, and my focus is on target.

I sometimes forget how I developed my love for running. How I built up my endurance, stamina, and intestinal fortitude. Oddly, it was from walking. I can’t to do the miles and rage war against the elements anymore by running. However, I can still go on a walk. I love it.

Let me explain why walking is so important to me. In earlier post, I babbled about a bionic kid wanting to a gymnast. It was attempt to be humorous, but missed the mark. Some of you might remember the story. For those who don’t remember or don’t have the foggiest idea what I’m about. Here is a link to the story

What I didn’t tell you about was after that fiasco I had to learn to walk again. I broke my hip in several places and lived in a body cast for a period of time. This marked the end of the adorable years. All my adorable chubbiness, which attracted women from the corners of the Earth just for the pleasure of pinching my cheek.

I never been a fan of cheek pinching, but it usually resulted in candy. So, I swallowed my disdain for the sake of candy. Once, I lost the chubbiness, the candy connection was over. Then, I met with healthy snacks, like apples, applesauce, and random raw vegetables from my grandmother garden. Of course, I suddenly wished I hadn’t broke my hip.

My journey of learning to walk again was challenging. I still don’t think I walk without a slight, but hitch in my step. It seemed I was going to be on crutches forever. I wasn’t before long, I was walking. Then I could run. Boy was I fast.

I walked everywhere. All across town, the different neighborhoods, the different stores, and all the different parks in town. I remember being told certain parks were only for the people who lived in the area. I paid that mess no attention. I kept walking.

Walking has always seem to be the activity where I can clear my mind. The activity where I can the peace that often escapes during the routines of the day. I can gauge myself while walking. Too much pain, tells me I’m not where I need to be physically. Or at least a good indication of my physical status.

Essays and stories have bloomed from my walks. My walks have also been the thread that has sworn together the story fragments that sometimes aimlessly linger in the corners of our minds. There not tucked too deep so we can forget, but they poke their heads out from time to time.

Missing You

2023/10/30Posted in PoetryTagged creative writing, daily exercise, Poems from Another Time, poetry, writing3 Comments

POETRY – FREEVERSE

I close my eyes to the darkness
Inhaling the essence of you
Without you, I write nothing
Without you, I don’t know what to do

Living life amongst the shadows
Watching you depart, my heart just sank
Plunging deep into sadness
Imaging a world where you’re not there

Missing you…
Something I didn’t have a clue

Missing you …
How strange I didn’t have a clue

Writers come alive slowly
Writer’s heart is their home
They put their souls on paper
Each lines a heartbeat

Missing you….
How strange … I never knew

Are you kidding me, right now?

2023/10/29Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2102, Random Thoughts, writing8 Comments

How much would you pay to go to the moon?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I look at this prompt with a certain measure of disbelief. Why would I pay anything to go to the moon? Let’s examine the question. Let me go at the possible advantages of going to the moon, let alone paying to go. From what I understand, the Moon is cold. I’ve been cold in my lifetime, and I don’t want to be cold. The winter season here on Earth is more than enough. I’ve spent winters in several different regions. I’m quite familiar with cold weather.

Now, how many science fiction stories have you read where anything good happens with living on the moon? I haven’t read any. If there are any that you know, please let me know. Here’s something interesting to consider. I’m a writer, so if I want to go to the Moon, all I have to do is write about it. Yep, all I have to do is sit in front of my laptop and devise a beautiful tale about a lunar adventure. Or I could pull out a stack of 28lbs paper and start writing.

So you see, there is no need to pay to go to the Moon when you are a writer. Pay to go to the Moon. Are you kidding me right now?

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.

Born to be Wild

2023/10/28Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2095, photo editing, Photography, writing2 Comments

What’s something most people don’t know about you?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I had several different responses to this prompt. I actually made very detailed notes on something else. However, I was at my brother’s motorcycle shop. I took several photos of his projects. I can’t disclose any of the works in progress. However, there is one I’m sure he won’t mind.

Over the last decade, I’ve gone on about my desire of wanting to ride a motorcycle. We have talked extensively during that time about owning one. Once, I went so far as to discuss the design of a bike. My brother graciously entertained my thoughts. However, I know nothing about designing or building a bike. He could have taken the opportunity to berate me. He didn’t, but he did something else instead.

One day, he tells me he will build me a bike. Now, I did my best not to be all giddy and lose my shit. I don’t think I pulled it off. I thought he joking around, but I went around the shop and took pictures of my future bike.

Let’s take a look, shall we…

Now, some may feel my baby is in rough shape. I assure you it’s in better shape than I am. Thanks to my brother’s I now have an opportunity to fulfill a lifelong dream. Riding on the open road with the wind in my face and all that. Yes, I know it sounds cheesy, but don’t judge me!

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.

The Muse

2023/10/27Posted in PoetryTagged creative writing, daily exercise, poetry, Random Thoughts, writing6 Comments

POETRY – FREEVERSE

Along the coast of the isle, I await
I’m awaiting the one who is heard but rarely seen.
His guidance, his vision, is what soothes me.

Thundering huffs of his steed surround me
Through the mist, I catch a glimpse of his armor
My heart pounds in anticipation of asking the question

Opening my eyes, I am within the halls of my study
An empty room with barren shelves, once full
No remnants of its former purpose

Except…

An inkwell on my table
Whispering …
You’re the one I belong to…

My soul began to shiver
As it transformed into a mesmerizing beauty
With enchanting eyes that spoke to me.

I could barely take it
My head was spinning around and around
I didn’t know what to do
As those eyes kept asking me
Can you be the writer?
That writes too silly to the profound
Are you that writer?
It is just a question to answer.

The inkwell on my table…
Was the caressing wind
Of the blossoming trees
Everything between hell and heaven

Now I’m back along the coast
In the presence of the rider
As I looked at the face behind the visor

I realized the answers

I am the writer of the silly, perhaps the profound
Yes, I have my answer
I am the Muse

Skywriting – 102720231321

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.

Bedlam & Mayhem

2023/10/262023/10/26Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2099, Random Thoughts, writingLeave a comment

What major historical events do you remember?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

The longer you live the more things you remember. There are many historical events that stand out in my mind. It’s hard to choose which ones to talk about. So, I’ve decided to discuss a few that impacted my life. These events made me stop and think about the world around me. Sometimes, I find myself a little taken back by the level of carnage some members of humanity are willing to unleash.

I wish this quote by Joseph Conrad had no relevance in today’s society. Sadly, it is just as relevant today as when he wrote it.

Orlando Nightclub Shooting

On June 12, 2016, a horrific event in Orlando, Florida, shook the nation. Omar Mateen, a 29-year-old man, carried out a mass shooting at Pulse, a gay nightclub, resulting in the loss of 49 innocent lives and leaving 53 others wounded. The impact of this senseless act of violence reverberated far beyond the walls of the nightclub, leaving a deep scar on the LGBTQ+ community and the nation as a whole.

The Devastating Impact

The Orlando nightclub shooting was not just an act of violence but a targeted attack on a specific community. It attacked love, acceptance, and the freedom to be oneself. The LGBTQ+ community has long fought for equality and acceptance, and this tragic event served as a painful reminder that there are still those who seek to harm and oppress individuals based on their sexual orientation.

In the aftermath of the shooting, the nation came together to mourn the loss of innocent lives and support the LGBTQ+ community. Vigils were held across the country, with people from all walks of life coming together to stand in solidarity. It was a powerful display of unity and a testament to the resilience and strength of the human spirit.

The Importance of Remembering

As time passes, we mustn’t forget the Orlando nightclub shooting. We must remember the lives that were lost and the pain that was inflicted on the LGBTQ+ community. We honor the victims and their families by remembering and keeping their memories alive. Through this place, we can continue to fight for a world where everyone is accepted and loved for who they are.

Furthermore, the Orlando nightclub shooting serves as a reminder of the work that still needs to be done to prevent such acts of violence in the future. It highlights the need for better gun control measures to prevent individuals with harmful intentions from obtaining weapons. It also emphasizes creating a society that celebrates diversity and fosters acceptance.

I remember being outraged by this event. I wondered what was wrong with the young man. What was happening underneath the rhetoric? Of course, I will never know the answer to this question. However, this event didn’t hit me in the gut until a close friend shared her thoughts. Then finally exclaimed:

“They’re killing us, Mangus. They’re killing us!”

I had no idea what to do or how, if anything, I could comfort her. I still don’t. The event was senseless and cruel.

The Capitol Riots 2021

On January 6, 2021, some Americans lost their damn minds and stormed the Capital Building in Washington, D.C. This event should have never happened, but it did. Nearly three years later, I still question the point of the entire affair. I can remember staring at my boss like she had lost her mind. I heard her words, but they didn’t make sense.

The Attack on Democracy

The barrage of questions continued for a few minutes until I accepted that our Capital was under siege. I was furious. I felt helpless. I couldn’t do anything to right this wrong. It was no longer my job.

To attempt to overturn a presidential election by force is wrong on so many levels. I’m doing my best here to go into full mode.

Deep breaths…Mangus: Deep breaths … filth and foul and filth foul …deep breaths, use your words.

Civil disobedience is one of the things that made America what it is. However, in my opinion, the actions of that day went against the spirit of the country. That day was not our finest hour. We are better than this madness. It would behoove us to remember that.

Here is a link to the timeline of that day’s events provided by the BBC.

Healing and Moving Forward

In the aftermath of the Capitol riots, the nation grappled with the deep divisions that had been exposed. It was a stark reminder that democracy is fragile and requires constant vigilance. But in the face of this unprecedented attack on our democracy, there were glimmers of hope and unity.

Leaders from both sides of the political spectrum condemned the violence and called for accountability. The swift impeachment of the then-president and the subsequent investigations into the events of that day signaled a commitment to upholding the rule of law.

Furthermore, the resilience of the Capitol staff and law enforcement officers who worked tirelessly to protect the building and its occupants should be recognized and commended. Their bravery in the face of danger serves as a reminder of the dedication and sacrifice that public servants make every day.

Lessons Learned

The events of January 6, 2021, serve as a wake-up call for the nation. They highlight the urgent need to address the underlying issues that led to such a violent insurrection. We must examine the root causes of the division and discontent that fueled this attack on our democracy.

Moreover, the Capitol riots underscore the importance of education and critical thinking in a democratic society. We must invest in civic education and media literacy to ensure that citizens have the tools to discern fact from fiction and to engage in constructive dialogue rather than resorting to violence.

As we reflect on the Capitol riots of 2021, let us remember the lessons learned and work towards healing the wounds that continue to divide our nation. Only through unity, understanding, and a commitment to the principles of democracy can we build a brighter future for all Americans.

2017 Las Vegas Shooting

On October 1, 2017, the world was shocked as a horrific event unfolded in Las Vegas, Nevada. A lone gunman, identified as Stephen Paddock, opened fire on a crowd of concertgoers attending the Route 91 Harvest music festival. The attack resulted in the loss of 58 innocent lives and hundreds injured. This tragic incident is one of the deadliest mass shootings in modern American history.

The Devastating Impact

The impact of the 2017 Las Vegas shooting was felt by the victims, their families, and the entire nation. As news of the attack spread, a wave of grief and disbelief washed over the country. The concert, meant to celebrate music and unity, quickly turned into chaos and terror. Survivors and witnesses were left traumatized, forever scarred by that fateful night’s horrifying images and sounds.

The Las Vegas shooting also reignited the ongoing debate around gun control in the United States. The ease with which the shooter acquired a vast arsenal of weapons and ammunition raised severe concerns about the accessibility and regulation of firearms. Many called for stricter gun laws and comprehensive background checks to prevent similar tragedies from occurring in the future.

Unity and Resilience

In the face of such tragedy, the Las Vegas community displayed remarkable resilience and strength. Strangers came together to help the wounded, offering comfort and support amidst the chaos. First responders and medical professionals worked tirelessly to save lives and provide essential care to the injured. The city of Las Vegas rallied around the victims and their families, offering financial assistance, counseling services, and a collective shoulder to lean on.

The aftermath of the Las Vegas shooting also highlighted the importance of mental health support. Survivors and witnesses experienced profound emotional trauma that required professional intervention and support. Mental health organizations and counselors played a crucial role in helping individuals cope with the aftermath of the tragedy, emphasizing the need to prioritize mental well-being in the wake of such devastating events.

Conclusion

The 2017 Las Vegas shooting was an immense tragedy that deeply impacted the nation. The loss of innocent lives and the profound effects on the survivors and their families cannot be overstated. It serves as a somber reminder of the urgent need for stricter gun control measures and comprehensive mental health support in our society. This horrific event should compel us to reflect on the lives that were tragically cut short and the resilience displayed by the Las Vegas community. Moving forward, we must strive for a future where such senseless acts of violence are prevented, and where every individual feels safe and secure. Achieving this requires collective action and a steadfast commitment to change, as we honor the victims and work towards building a more peaceful and compassionate society.

The Capitol riots of 2021 will forever be etched into the annals of American history as a dark moment. It was a stark reminder of the fragility of democracy and the crucial importance of safeguarding our institutions. This shocking event shook the nation to its core, but it also sparked hope for healing and growth. As a nation, we can move forward by addressing the underlying issues that led to this unrest, fostering unity among our citizens, and prioritizing education to prevent such incidents from happening again. It is through these actions that we can strive for a better and more inclusive future, where the principles of democracy are upheld and respected.

The Orlando nightclub shooting was a tragic event that deeply impacted not only the LGBTQ+ community but also the entire nation. It served as a stark reminder of the ongoing presence of hatred and discrimination in our society. However, amidst the darkness, it also brought people together, showcasing the power of unity and love. As we remember the victims and their families, it is crucial that we continue to work towards creating a world where everyone feels safe, accepted, and valued. This means actively combating prejudice, fostering inclusivity, and promoting understanding. By doing so, we can honor the memory of those affected by this tragedy and strive for a society where diversity is celebrated and bigotry has no place.

Baby Steps

2023/10/242023/10/24Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2098, Random Thoughts, writing2 Comments

What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to?

PROSE – DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

It’s interesting how something just pops up. As if the universe has something to tell you.

“Psst, come here, buddy. I won’t bite.”

In such cases, the universe represents that crush you never dared to speak to more than a few seconds at a time. For some reason, you believed talking to them would ruin the perfect relationship you had developed in your mind. In your mind, her voice caressed your inner ear, her smile melted away any doubt, and you weren’t an awkward guy who would write his thoughts in a notebook.

Then, sometime in the distant future, time folds back on itself because that’s what it always does. It comes around, so you face the moment you avoided all those years ago. It comes whether you are ready for it or not. Most likely not, but that’s the enchantment of time isn’t. You learned some time back not to question the universe because it will do whatever it wants. So it goes …

This time, in the grind of time, I decided to revitalize the blog I started over a decade ago. I did so without any faith in my writing. Truthfully, I didn’t have any faith in myself. Eight months in today, my doubt has begun to fade. Yet, I ask myself whether or not my doubt is over? Despite this, every night right before bed, I rant by the light of an LED lamp.

I don’t rant for fame or glory; I write for sanity. I expose my scars and whisper my secrets. Once, I held them close to my heart. Like that was the move to make. As if sanity resided neath the scars because I could trust myself and no one else. No one would understand my demons; I didn’t understand them myself. This is what I told myself. It was belief, nay, my conviction. This is how depression is; this is how it pulls you in.

I thought I could be a conduit for someone else pain, grief, and anguish. In reality, I’m confessing my sins of war. The war within myself. My biggest risk is releasing the insomniac rants to the public. Yet, I have been doing it, you say? I have a few short story collections and a few novels I’ve been holding back. I hear the senior editor’s voice in my head, “What are you waiting on?”

Well, darling, baby steps!

I’m Mangus Khan

and these are my memoirs

Memoirs of Madness

~thank you for reading~

Skywriting – 102420231131

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.

I’m One Lucky S.O.B.

2023/10/23Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2097, writing3 Comments

Daily writing prompt

What are you most proud of in your life?

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PROSE – REFLECTION/RANDOM THOUGHTS

I never thought I had what it takes to be a father. I felt I wasn’t caring enough. You know, those guys on television and movies make it so easy. They always knew exactly what to say at the proper moment. I’m not those guys. Constantly, I’m saying the wrong things all the time. Damn, an appropriate moment. If there is saying the wrong thing I’m good at, it is sticking my foot in my mouth. Shell-toe Adidas tastes decent, but I prefer Chuck’s. The more worn, the better.

So, I bet you are wondering if I’m a complete screw-up at being a father; how could it be the thing I’m the most proud of. It’s simple, I had to bust my ass to earn the title. I’ve put more energy into being a father than anything else. So, any accomplishments I’ve made were hard fought ones. So this makes their reward sweeter. However, I can’t rest on the fruits of my labor. Fatherhood continues to be challenging well into their adulthood. Their problems are bigger for some reason. What happened to the days of hair disasters, outfit malfunctions, and broken hearts.

I wish I had been around more for them. My occupation prevented the deep connections fathers sometimes have with their children. There are so many I couldn’t discuss with my family. So, I was an idiot and didn’t talk at all. That was a definite moment of brilliance (eye-roll). So, I provided them useless facts they couldn’t apply to most things due to the fact they didn’t live in the kind of world where knowledge of this sort was required. I ensured they didn’t have to deal with the madness I had as a child.

While raising my children, I suffered from PTSD. I thought I was tough enough to deal with the condition alone. Yeah, I was that jackass. Despite this, I’ve maintained a relationship with the children and the grandchildren. With the missed bedtime stories, Christmases, birthdays, and all the other things I missed I was trying to make the world better for them. I’m a lucky and blessed S.O.B., my sacrifices could have cost me the very thing I was trying to keep safe.

The Projects on My Storyboard

2023/10/22Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2096, Random Thoughts, The Daily's, writing4 Comments

Daily writing prompt

What have you been working on?

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PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS/SLIGHT RANT

From the Stoop:

A page I’m developing for the blog will contain a series of articles covering various subjects not dealing with the current subjects on the blog.

Healthcare: I will discuss subjects on several chronic diseases I have encountered. Also, I’ll discuss different diets and post a few recipes.
- Diabetics
- Hypertension
- Cardiac
- Mental Conditions
Current Events: I’ll post articles on recent events that intrigue me.
Philosophy: I’ve been a student of philosophy for most of my life. I will discuss some of the interesting topics on the subject.

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Writing:

Where the Blackbird Sings: A storyline from the past I’ve been updating. I don’t currently have any intention on the purpose of this story. Whether it’s going to remain a short story or something more extensive. The most important aspect of this story is to continue writing until the story is complete.
Till the Sun Turns Black: An unfinished novel I’ve been playing around with for over a decade. Lately, I’ve been reexamining different portions of the manuscript, looking for new ways to make the story more compelling.
Unnamed Story: I’m currently working on a project initiated by another writer who could not complete it. This project is challenging because the initial concept wasn’t mine. In addition, it’s written from a female first-person POV. Since I’m not a woman, not having the protagonist sound masculine is complicated.

That’s all I have right now. Of course, I have several unnamed projects, but I have learned recently I need to prioritize my project to ensure completion.

As always,

~thank you for reading~

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.

Ain’t That Some Shit.

2023/10/19Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2034, Random Thoughts, The Daily's, writing8 Comments

What do you enjoy most about writing?

PROSE – REFLECTIONS

I can’t remember why I started this. I can’t see where it was supposed to go. I know there was reason, a pretty good I’m sure. I probably crafted some clever dialogue to explain my actions if someone were to ask. No one did. I must remember I didn’t start writing to post on a blog. Hell, I didn’t start writing to be read. I wrote as a means to understand the stirring voices in my head.

Yes, I understand how that sounds. I concede you might have gone mental. I assure you I haven’t. I’m a writer who is attempting to write honestly about a topic. You guys would sense me being full of crap in a heartbeat. Throughout the years, I tried to force the things I wanted to write. I fell pray to the …

“Hey, this seems interesting.” or

“I got a great response to this piece; let’s write more about this, you think?” Or

“This is my signature piece.”

Yeah, limiting myself, like it is the thing to do. I didn’t have to worry about being put in a box or labeled. I did it myself. Constantly, I waged war against myself about the things that ended up on the page. Instead of WRITING SHIT LIKE YOU MEAN IT! I wrote these quaint pieces trying to find the formula that works.

“Sometimes in writing we stumble into a story …other times we trip and fall over what we intended to write.
Mangus Khan – 2015

I truly enjoy the ability to create something out of nothing. Well, not really nothing, but more precisely, use everything to create a believable story. I’ve used a portion of overheard conversations, witnessed events, or conjured a scene from the splinters of my mind. Whichever the source, the joy is finding a way to string them together into something meaningful… I hope.

I’ve lectured about writers being time travelers of a sort. No one ever gets where I’m coming from when I make this statement. My point is simple, actually. We have the power to rewrite history to suit ourselves. As long as we make the story compelling. When we are making up stuff, it doesn’t have to necessarily be believable. Some of the most ridiculous stories are compelling. We laugh out loud or shake our heads as we finish the story.

I used to worry about what the reader would think about what I had to say. This is important to a degree. I used to worry about so much I would actually get stuck and stop writing. Or even worse, the idea would never see the page. I’ve told my writing team hundreds of ideas but never written. It was as if I whispered into the wind, hoping another writer in an unknown destination or time would hear it and write it down.

All this was before I began to believe in myself and the writing process. I stop trying to force my will onto the subject matter. I learned to let go and trip and fall into it.

Most importantly, I’ve learned to enjoy the entire process. For example, this very post I started writing it back in August. Of course, I had a lot to say about what I enjoy about writing. Oh yeah, let me tell you all about that about it. Let’s not. I’m good. Aren’t you?

This blog wasn’t supposed to be what it has become. I was ready to quit before I wrote the first post. However, I’ve kept going; believe me, this year has been incredible. I couldn’t imagine the success I’ve had here. You guys have taught me so much about writing as well as assisted me in realizing things about myself. Then, I wonder about stuff like this …

Will it matter how many doors opened, portals gazed through, or notebooks filled? Will we truly say all that we hear in the silence? Only you can answer these questions in the words you write. I wish words of kindness and love would replace the hatred lurking in the soul of man. I wish the tears that drench these pages were of joy instead of sorrow. I hope for a better tomorrow.

I wish what we find in our darkest hour, we embrace its truth. We have hid too long from who we really are. I wish that truth flourishes, providing the wisdom necessary as we bare our souls. It will be liberating to walk from behind the veil of another person’s ideal. I wish this unveiled soul speaks with passion and dignity, knowing by doing so, the words will be spoken with honor. I wish we could free ourselves and honestly speak soulfully.

“The essential thing is that you write about something you really care about. Identifying that something, however, is not always easy. Are surrounded by received opinion, a constant barrage of information, drama, ideas, and judgements offended us live, printed, and electronic. It is so much easier to know what we ought to think and feel then what we actually do. “

Janet Burroway Writing Fiction

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With that being said, I often find it difficult to find subjects I would like to write about. It’s challenging to make interesting content. However, I feel it’s critical to be honest with yourself as a writer. My favorite portion of writing is creating phrases. When I’m editing, I just want it to be over. However, I realize a properly edited piece can turn good writing into excellent writing. I didn’t always feel this way. Just ask my senior editor. I’m sure there were several moments when if she could have got her hands on me. It would not have been good for me. Sometimes writing is like …

The night whispers have faded as dawn stretches with one eye open and the other squinted. Caffeine burns through my bloodstream as I roll myself a cigarette in the early morning strain. Lately, my words don’t seem like mine; they are flat and lifeless as if my pen has lost its courage. The words tease as they linger on the tip of my tongue. Though submerged in this state of bewilderment, my face distorts into a smile. I realize that I have been preparing for this conversation for years. It became clear the difficulties never change. One minute, you stare blankly into the nothingness, and the next, you find yourself face down on your desk with slobber-drenched hair and coffee-stained lips. The result is a story about you, which is nothing more than a reflection about me, pulsing happily on a word processor.

While trying to remember, every word, sentence, or paragraph is another attempt for writers to learn to fly.

The other day, I was talking to a close friend, telling her I can’t expect many views because I’m not selling a product. Therefore, the SEO strategy should be different. She looked at me momentarily as if waiting for me to say something.

“The product you are selling is you. So, in this case, you have cornered the market; you are unique and exclusive.”

Ain’t that some shit!

Swimming with the Fishes

2023/10/17Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2091, writingLeave a comment

What could you try for the first time?

PROSE – DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

As a kid, I spent hours watching a TV show, “The Man from Atlantis,” starring Patrick Duffy. This show was before he rose to fame as “Bobby Ewing” on the iconic drama Dallas. It was a horrible television show I barely remember. However, do remember spending time at the local swimming pool trying to mimic his swimming style. Now, I didn’t have much success in this endeavor. A fact I chalked up to me not being an Atlantean. I went to my mother and explained my plight. “Boy, you are crazy,” she replied as she shrugged on her coat, heading off to work.

Here’s a clip from the Man from Atlantis

I decided to give my explanation another try with my grandmother. She didn’t even respond. Well, not in a way I was accustomed. She sat me down for what would become one of the few shows we enjoyed together. I didn’t understand most of the show, but I thought it was cool. Swimming around underwater and whatnot is precisely what I will do when I grow up. Who needs superpowers or any of that stuff. Deep sea exploration was where it was at.

Here is Mimi’s show we shared together.

I hadn’t thought about any of this stuff for years. I’m almost ashamed when I think about how I jumped from career to career. But that’s what we do when we are young. We try out different opportunities before settling on a career that will last us a lifetime. Provide us fulfillment and joy. A career that, when we retire, we know our efforts made a difference.

Wow! I’m sorry, I have no idea where that bullshit came from. I guess since I was feeling nostalgic, it opened a portal to memories of people feeding me that line as they clearly wanted to be someplace else. I didn’t have the snark to call it on them then. It’s okay if I ever finish the time machine in my basement. I have enough snark now to handle the situation appropriately. Yep, I wanted to be a deep sea explorer and have all the cool toys. I would try it now if I was healthy enough and had a shot. Why the hell not!

As always,

~thanks for reading~

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?

It’s a Matter of Principle … The Rules we Live by.

2023/10/16Posted in The Daily'sTagged creative writing, daily exercise, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2090, Prose, writingLeave a comment

Daily writing prompt

What principles define how you live?

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PROSE – DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I’ve always felt that people who do things as a matter of principle are full of crap. Typically, I’ve found they will remain steadfast with whatever the principal absence of any logical evidence. I don’t think they mean to do this intentionally, at least not right off. Sometimes, I feel they get caught up in the need to be right. Perhaps it is the fear of being wrong. Whichever the case, I find the result illogical to the point of insanity at times.

Most of us live by a set of rules, standards, or codes established based on a series of events that have occurred in our lifetime. Everyone has different standards because we process things differently. The crazy thing is that the standards we set change over time. Some things no longer have the Importance they once had. In these circumstances, we sometimes have difficulty accepting the changes. Honestly, accepting the changes is a demon most people face in various situations. Nobody is expecting you to admit this, not at all. Because denial is our next favorite thing.

Some common principles that people live by include:

Honesty: Being truthful and sincere in all interactions. This principle emphasizes the importance of transparency and trustworthiness in our dealings with others. It involves speaking the truth, keeping promises, and acting with integrity.
Respect: Treating others with kindness, dignity, and consideration. Respecting others means valuing their opinions, beliefs, and boundaries. It involves listening attentively, being open-minded, and refraining from judgment. By showing respect, we create a positive and inclusive environment for everyone.
Integrity: Acting in alignment with one’s values and moral principles. Integrity is about doing the right thing, even when no one is watching. It involves being honest, ethical, and accountable for our actions. We build trust and credibility in our personal and professional relationships by practicing integrity.
Responsibility: Taking ownership of one’s actions and obligations. Being responsible means fulfilling our duties and commitments. It involves being reliable, punctual, and accountable for the consequences of our choices. By being trustworthy, we demonstrate maturity and contribute to the well-being of our communities.
Compassion: Showing empathy and understanding towards others. Compassion involves recognizing and alleviating the suffering of others. It involves being kind, caring, and supportive. By practicing compassion, we foster connection and promote a more compassionate society.
Perseverance: Persisting and staying committed in the face of challenges. Perseverance is about not giving up when faced with obstacles or setbacks. It involves staying focused, motivated, and resilient. By practicing perseverance, we can achieve our goals and overcome adversity.
Gratitude: Appreciating and expressing thankfulness for what one has. Gratitude involves recognizing and acknowledging the blessings in our lives. It involves being thankful for the people, experiences, and opportunities that enrich our existence. We cultivate a positive mindset and enhance our overall well-being by cultivating gratitude.
Forgiveness: Letting go of resentments and granting forgiveness. Forgiveness involves releasing anger, bitterness, and grudges towards others. It consists in choosing to move forward and free ourselves from negativity. By practicing forgiveness, we promote healing and create space for personal growth.
Generosity: Sharing resources, time, and kindness with others. Generosity entails giving without expecting anything in return. It involves being selfless, compassionate, and supportive. By practicing generosity, we contribute to the happiness and well-being of others.
Humility: Recognizing and accepting one’s limitations and imperfections. Humility is about having a modest and humble attitude towards oneself. It involves acknowledging that we are not perfect and being open to learning from others. We foster humility, respect, and collaboration in our interactions by embracing humility.

These are only a few examples of the types of principles we use to define ourselves. I use a combination of some of these principles in varying degrees. I think it is crucial for me to do my best to be true to the person I strive to be.

CHALLENGE RESPONSE – FICTION

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American Pie Lyrics

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~be well everyone~

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ARTICLE – MINI BIOGRAPHY – WRITER

Here is a list of some of his notable works:

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The Chinese Exclusion Act:

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We have to do better; we are better!

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ARTICLE – HEALTH INFORMATION

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So, Saint Rita, can you help me keep the faith?

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The Meaning of Mangus

Cultural Implications of Mangus

Historical Significance of Mangus

The Impact of Mangus in Contemporary Times

Mangus in the Modern World

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Nature of Time

Perception of Time

Our Relationship with Time

Importance of Time

The Measurement of Time

Historical Development of Timekeeping

Standard Units of Time Measurement

Modern Technologies in Timekeeping

Concept of Time in Ancient Civilizations

Egyptian Concept of Time

Mayan Concept of Time

Greek Concept of Time

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POETRY

Time

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