Steam rose like pistol smoke from my double shot while I gazed at the Silver State horizon, musing to myself that this was the type of place where Clint Eastwood had had it out with many an unshaven buckaroo, adorned with his quintessential poncho, woven with the colors of coffee & cream.
Category Archives: prose
Next in line
Standing on line at the restaurant, suddenly I am next. It makes me feel like Friday after clocking out at work, where everything’s about to happen. And the waiter or waitress will at some point carry over my tray of food, and everything will be situated just so. There will be a rosebud in the […]
Seamstress
My great-grandmother’s woven basket—a trove the size of a bread loaf—brimming with spare buttons. The wood door to her sewing room ajar. Her threaded Singer perched like a hummingbird amid patterned fabric and spools. The flour on her wood cutting board and maple rolling pin in the kitchen. The smell of confection, like gingerbread and […]
Mr. Mustachio
Mr. Mustachio is basically a walking / talking, bristly & dark-haired mustache who is debuting a cable TV show. A round beverage coaster who wears a sombrero on occasion, his show will be titled, Drinks Are On Me. He will discuss cocktails and other mixed libations during segments, which will be filmed on a kitchen […]
Knowledge
Overview You can see as I stir it looks like chocolate pudding before cooling and setting. You can hear it sounds like water when you’re alone in a quiet tub (high-caliber audio via parabolic reflector). What it looks like is this after it’s baked: (closeup of sedimentary rock, the color of clay pot). As for […]
Notes on grackles
Grackles engrossed in nonstop quibbles like tweens in a schoolyard. Their predatory clamber across tree bark, clawing like cats on carpet. Grackles and the way that they crow and cackle! Torpedoing from bush to rock to tree to fountain, dumpster-diving, whizzing past your head like P-140 bombers. Fluttering low like bats in Victorian homes, perched […]
Bowie
I am reminded of Bowie today as I walk about in mismatched spa socks. Wear clashing articles of clothing to work day should be a thing. At my job they have different themes for dressing down: They had one recently with go as your personal hero day. Which would be perfectly appropriate for me: my […]
A morning at the park
Passing the fragrant pines, they seem episodic today I am intoning for the clouds to stick around A flycatcher makes swooping casts from a branch like a fly fisherman’s line A male robin is at rest on a low bough while its mate babysits the nest above Man on camp chair w/ obedient mastiff, unleashed […]
Tiny Speck of Paradise
New name, new domain. Oh, and on June 20, this blog will be two years old. Who knew? Seems like it’s been around longer.
