My longtime buddy called Dr. Radio has been gone for about twenty years, but the stories he related to me about his experiences will live on for as long as I do. He was a tall, well-built, good looking son-of-a-gun that was always well dressed and barbered. He had a promising career in radio, but it was cut short after a long battle with the program director. He was blackballed by that station and was unable to find work...
I met a crocodile with a smile as wide as a mile. Said I to the crocodile"what are you doing with that mile-smile?"Said he to me "I've just had a tasty tourist!"He looked at me with eyes of wist,"are you a yummy snack?"I looked him back"no, Sir Croc, I'm full of grist!"His eyes of wist, 'came full of mist"I need my dessert!"I smiled at him"how about that woman there? She's lovely and pert!"His smile of a mile disappeared....
I remember when I first read a Maya Angelou poem. I was literally awestruck. I was in high school and we were studying poetry in English class. We studied Norman MacCaig, William Shakespeare, Emily Dickinson and few others. Maya Angelou wasn’t one of them, actually. I was on the Internet one day after school and was looking poetry up on the web, when I stumbled across one of hers. A few years later, I saw her on the TV an...
Chapter 42 A Trap or a Blessing? The cave opens up and the ship flies out into the dark-blue heavy skies. I can see on the other screen, that we’re leaving Crumbling Rose very quickly in a whirlwind of disturbed ragged clouds. Apparently Moro switches off the shield that prevents my own ship Arileot14 from leaving and anything else to get inside. This is my much-desired break! Oh, Gosh, I’m so happy. What is the chance, t...
Sitting here this morning with my second cup of coffee, looking at the empty chair across from me, wondering what I’d say if suddenly John Keats was there or Whitman with his broad rimmed hat or Shakespeare (would I call him Will?) and so somehow in the world behind my eyes when I looked up there was Keats across from me, his elbows on the table, looking at the painting on the wall and glancing at the fire in my stove-- a...
‘Excuse me?’ ‘Yes?’ ‘Where are your baby car-seats?’ ‘Just over here.’ … ……… ‘Here, so as you can see, this is the newer product with all the latest feat-‘ ‘What about this one?’ ‘That is an older model, cheaper, it doesn’t ha-‘ ‘It looks pretty solid though.’ … ‘Well, what exactly do you want? Did your wife say?’ ‘No… b-‘ ‘What about your baby, how young is… she?’ ‘He.’ ‘Well, surely you know what sort of thing they need...
