Category Archives: WRITING

The matter of the Clatters is a legend of the West, and how they saved their little town of Hard Times in Montana.  Mr. Clatter was a short-fused man, his wife a boiling cauldron and their seven children followed suit … Continue reading → Continue reading →

There was a place far down the road and up the hill around the bend where peaches grew as big as canteloupes.  And in the crisp of autumn air (quite crisp here, crisper there) the apple-laden branches glowed red and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Yes, I realize that slander is not one of the commonly listed sins of seven, but I’m having a hard time accepting gluttony as a sin and thought I’d make a substitution. Don’t really know what started me off on … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Once upon a land they held their crowned heads high and danced majestically with green-blue oilslick colored feathers spread out wide.  Their beauty was a sight to see, they drew the crowds yet strutted free among the groves and village … Continue reading → Continue reading →

There was a maiden, fair and lean, whose beauty went beyond what’s seen, in that her generosity of spirit.  She willingly would share her charms in any (and all!) takers’ arms and yet still moaning with delight, she wanted more. … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I knew a man who liked to write and bought himself a pen from his allowance.  His only flaw–he didn’t like to work and when he wrote he found he couldn’t sell his story.  He also liked to paint but … Continue reading → Continue reading →

There was a man from Yucatan who practiced as a boy, made a living as a man, at eating fire and broken glass and duck eggs whole. And when one day the villagers had seen enough he ran away to … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’ve never felt the need to feed the wind; nor understood it’s want to tear the houses down.  Then pick among the timbers for a beam to clean its teeth and belch with satisfaction at its meal.  It warns with … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The sun set sail across the calm blue depth, soon leaving behind its port of treed horizon.  With slow but steady pace it stayed its course, cutting through the few waves of clouds with trailing beams that flickered patterns in … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Down another train of thought this dark morning, rail by rail progressing in directions leading far away from the point of departure. Was about to send an e-mail to recipients who, while not easily offended, may not need the word … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Sometime once a while ago I drove to Portugal and felt its private sun beam down in yellow bands to warm and paint the saddle leather seats of British racing sleek green cat. We prowled the roads in twists and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The wind is the voice of the night he listens to; and not the clinking half-ass copper tossed his way by day. Though once a pair of sharkskin grey legs gave an Andrew Jackson and shrugged as gusty New York … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Someday when you are me, and I am but a tadpole swimming upstream for a mate, who will you be? Are paths I have already walked been crossed and unavailable, or will you face again the choices, same as me? … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Some thoughts on yesterday, and writing. Spinning was a part of our New Media discussion in class, as weblogs are a fine example of combining the elements of layering graphics, text, audio, etc. together within the structure of digitalized modularity.  … Continue reading → Continue reading →