Travis and Joan

I am troubled by an accident which occurred in the harbor. I myself was not hurt, nor any of my co-workers or family. A young man died...

Recently I have been going into work very early for some tug work. Most of the time I run the freeways across Los Angeles, like so many...

Not quite Cowboy Stadium or Arrowhead. This is a shot of the Coliseum, in Rome. Now that the NFL Playoffs are in full swing the...

eyes not open release the half-forgotten songs, the directions to places you don't wish to return to, the news of the day in Cleveland,...

Lately more and more the topic of AI comes up among my friends. The ones in education reveal that they encounter computer generated...

https://www.saintpaulalmanac-themagazine.org/post/cherry-cokes The ST PAUL ALMANAC kindly published one of my short stories. The link is...

Though the days remain warm, the nights grow longer every day. That's a fact, Time Change or not. This poem is one result: Dream Sought I...

Years ago my Sweetie gave me a paint set. I toyed with them during the pandemic, but jut once or twice. In a seemingly unrelated matter I...

Squads of sea lions, bored and hungry, slide past cars of indifference, past a bridge built to withstand earthquakes. They await a run of...

Imagine a basketball court set high up the flanks of a deserted island, surrounded by blue-cold seas. Make it an outdoor court, sheets of...

I don't know where it started or why, but I have long had a fascination with the First World War. I read the best historians--Alistair...

The old saying is that every journey begins with a single step. I wish to point out that, before you take that single step, there is a...

SWEET SORROW “This,” Amy said, “is why I left you.” They sat in a booth, not side by side, but across. “Whattaya mean?” “I mean, Richard,...

ANOTHER TRAGIC POETRY DISASTER Reports today of a poetry spill on the 5. Highway Patrol has all lanes blocked, a real mess in both...

sipping blue even on our evening walk a cloud an enveloping waft of misery and sadness. It tastes of failure and looks familiar. What is...

BEEN FORTY YEARS wake up flinch! wake up rush to put on pants socks shirt shoes jacket outside outside the air is still the air is cold...

We writers are hungry for any form of recognition. Having labored long, usually alone at a desk or table, we are continually bedeviled by...

The grandson is fascinated by tractors. Bulldozers and excavators are cool, and garbage trucks sublime, but tractors rule. He is growing...

This beauty, this glorious chunk of steel, is an Atlas Diesel engine circa 1920 or so. To a subset of gear heads this is legend. For most...

https://www.pacificmaritimegroup.com/how-about-a-little-wire-scarecrow/ Writing is writing, I guess, and here is a link to a Blog post I...