O, the Olly-Prill Fusses, their kiddles and a couple of offset marmosets were going to go places, so they packed up the freeze-dried and pink lemonade. They loaded up camp stoves, whimsical gas, and marmalade baugettes. The tossed in a fridge, a dishwasher, and a rifle—so unafraid. O, a couple of offset marmosets, the Olly-Prill … Continue reading On a Trip To Out There
Sabbath Day
Willow grove bows and nods articulating wind’s whim on which hawk rides, hunts Posted in response to both of the Ragtag Community Word of the Day: adulation, as well as, well, articulate. Thanks, guys and gals.
Report from the Mountains
The other day El Nosibor was moved to walk a mile. A walk of a mile would do his aching lungs good, it would build character in his 70 year old soul, it would build heart muscle, leg muscle. It would pump much needed oxygen to the muscle with which he makes up his stories. … Continue reading Report from the Mountains
Smiling in Shadows
Blind old man, living alone in the nursing home could see but only a girl, smiling in shadows In response to the ragtime community prompt remember.
Bird Woman Speaks
“I don’t suppose anyone here has ever heard of the Olicanucian Flyinitus,” said the person we knew as Robin. Her obsidian eyes glimmered and flickered with light from fireplace and the few dim bulbs hanging from a timber beams. Outside the wind moaned through the hemlock and tamarack. Wind whipped snow pelted and shook the … Continue reading Bird Woman Speaks
The Emptiest Empty is Silence
The silence was deafening. Except for the whir of the wind in the grasses and the clicking of grasshoppers in their yellow flight, except for the hiss and pop of the small fire on the rock, Eric couldn’t hear a sound. The sagebrush and sweet grass fire flickered in the wind, blue and yellow, on … Continue reading The Emptiest Empty is Silence
Max
Old rodeo man, they say Neanderthal fossils tell stories of hurt similar to those that modern cowboys wrestle from life. And that those old boys carried a bible of scars to graves older than Cain’s bloody guilt. So, your punched in nose and those heal knotted ribs, reminding you every winter of God’s weather and … Continue reading Max
The writelee.com posting "If You Go Far Enough" has been reblogged at https://godoggocafe.com/2018/08/16/if-you-go-far-enough/. Thanks to Gizzylaw for the nomination and braveandrecklessblog for the reposting.
If You Go Far Enough
If you go far enough into the mountains They will close around you bewitch you like a ring— the one you wear or wore or will wear to remind you of faith love loyalty— the vague promises of youth. They will take you in whole, larger than life, a legend of your dreams the spring … Continue reading If You Go Far Enough
Even Green is Gray
further off, the second bank of trees just shadows, hints in mists, the next bank, only shapes of fog, and beyond that, the unvaried dense of gray. But, even gray, the grass is greener, rain polished clean of drought, it shines, and flowers glow with rubies, golds and blues beside slate paths, bright in the … Continue reading Even Green is Gray
