She is that Gullible or the Story of a River

The Last Lost River rises from waning glaciers, snowmelt, and springs in the Deception Mountains of Montana and drops precipitously and swiftly, with an anger and fury that only the most avid fishermen dare challenge, into the valley that shares its name. There it slowly changes character becoming first a rugged swift stream. Then, just … Continue reading She is that Gullible or the Story of a River →

Every Old Day is a New Day

Once, back in the day a skinny, flat chester had rammed her knee into his crouch. That had hindered things.

“Out, Out,” by Robert Frost

Perhaps, not so oddly, the first thing the word "lumber" prompted to me is the dark poem "Out, Out" by Robert Frost. It can be found on the "Poets.Org" website at: https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/out-out– I could/might also post this in response to the Word of The Day Challenge, immature, though the narrative is not about an "immature" … Continue reading “Out, Out,” by Robert Frost →

What was the Original Meaning of Skirt? Or do I Mean Shirt?

Sometimes the assumptions behind a good question need a bit of clarifying. It is understood that the question in the link below is asking about how some words slid in meaning between 1967 and 2018; but the response here chooses to look at the more interesting question related to the malleability of language. Lee Robison … Continue reading What was the Original Meaning of Skirt? Or do I Mean Shirt? →

A Bridge

I Am between willow thicket's wintering birds and Handel's Lofted Choir. In response to the Ragbag daily prompt: bridge

Haiku #9

Old man foot prints in frost on the worn road to Mother’s how many times?

Waiting on Queue at the Perfume Counter

Doug was in line to the cosmetic counter behind four other customers. There were just two women running the counter, and they looked 5-o’clock frazzled. The canned music recycled “Blue Christmas,” “Jingle Bells,” “Rudolf, the Red Nosed Reindeer,” “Joy to the World,” and the rest of the seasonal irony of joy and good will. Doug … Continue reading Waiting on Queue at the Perfume Counter →

Thanks

This post is for those who follow writelee.com. In the USA, today is the day when people finally come to their senses and give express gratitude for all the wonder the Universe has given them. So WriteLee joins the chorus. He is grateful for many things, chief among these things are three wonderful children, a … Continue reading Thanks →

The Mis-Making of A Fourth of July Band

His flute was capable of other wonderful sounds, even whole orchestras of lovely sound. But whatever the sheet music told him and wand-waver orchestrated, Ole Clive always managed to make sure C6-very-sharp was one of the sounds his flute managed to tweet.

A Man in Search of a Squirrely Dictionary

Most people familiar with the squirrel, think of a bushy tail and backyard bird feeder robbery. The squirrels of most urbanite’s experience nest in trees and scold other people for the most innocuous behavior. They are very territorial and have been known to yell at people for no more apparent reason than that the person … Continue reading A Man in Search of a Squirrely Dictionary →