Five Minutes – Octember 5, 2022

Black Magic: the early yearsgraphix: spwilcen Prologue Having practiced Life in Five-minute Segments1 for an immodest number of years, I’ve become quite adept at capitalizing on those miniscule opportunities.  Especially when infrequent, I selfishly use them to do things I want to do.  Shaving, tying my bootlaces, checking the oil level on Black Magic, thoseContinue reading “Five Minutes – Octember 5, 2022”

What’ll Ya Have? – Octember 3, 2022

Or as The Varsity1 Counter Masters would say, “What’ll ya have, what’ll ya have?”2 Looking for fiction?  A short story?  Maybe a bit of humor, sarcastically peppered, ribaldly salted? A poemetric piece? A vignette dressed as a melancholy milestone? Pure silliness or lunacy? Noir with a bit of jaundice? Rusted, twisted fairy tales? Not here,Continue reading “What’ll Ya Have? – Octember 3, 2022”

The Problem – Octember 2, 2022

Opinion graphix: spwilcen The problem with children… …is that they grow to be adults. — Originally, the keyboard wrote “grow up to be adults.” Which implies “up” is an improvement or maturation. Neither of which is correct.  I submit maturation into adulthood or abandonment of childish wisdom is a tragic loss. Children are not toContinue reading “The Problem – Octember 2, 2022”

Goodbye to an Old Friend – Septembler 31, 2022

graphix: spwilcen Photo by Chris F on Pexels.com Goodbye, old friend. The calendar says this is the final day of September.  September has not aged well.  Starting out a robust youth, bright and summer-y, September has become an old man as months go.   Where he once encouraged the tail-end of garden goodies to prosper, he’sContinue reading “Goodbye to an Old Friend – Septembler 31, 2022”

Be Prepared – Septembler 28, 2022

graphix: spwilcen All of a suddenly, summer beat feet.  In the space of a day, we went from bone dry, grass parching, shirt soaking heat, to long-sleeve cool, dehumidifier running wide-open all-day damp.  Predominantly cloudy, intermittent sprinkle, cool-damp. It’s kind of nice.  Not yet cool enough you can see your breath while chasing squirrels fromContinue reading “Be Prepared – Septembler 28, 2022”

Color Aromas – Septembler 24, 2022

graphix: spwilcen Too bad. Click-out. This scares the hell out out a five and two ones. Not too many weeks ago I savored the marvelous green smells of spring and summer.  Aromas from my youth still powerful today, years past youth. No, not the pungent lacquer of fresh candy apple green on a 1939 FordContinue reading “Color Aromas – Septembler 24, 2022”

Reported Missing – Septembler 11, 2022

pictographix: spwilcen Not ignoring it, but This is the anniversary of a piece of tragic American past.  World-changing.  Wake-up America, you must now recognize you are only part, a small part, of a larger world. Gotta Get Better Organized Working to categorize fifty years’ creative efforts, especially those of the last five, two things haveContinue reading “Reported Missing – Septembler 11, 2022”

Little People Fascinate Me – Septembler 9, 2022

pictographix” spwilcen Before you get your shorts in a wad I’m not referring to what we called in them ‘good old days’ ‘dwarfs’ or ‘midgets.’ [You remember them good old days of political incorrectness.] Here I mean, children. Little adult people. [Though today, ‘adult,’ sadly does not have the meaning it had in days past.]Continue reading “Little People Fascinate Me – Septembler 9, 2022”

A Much-needed Blog Site – September 6, 2022

graphix: spwilcen When an author leaves you hanging Especially when he/she/they ‘wrap’ in a way you cannot accept or with a ‘twist’ that’s altogether unsatisfactory or begs for an epilogue, you are left with three options: It’s that third one that gets me That is especially disturbing when it’s the author himself1 that seems toContinue reading “A Much-needed Blog Site – September 6, 2022”

Pursuit – August 28, 2022

graphix: spwilcen Horror in One-hundred Words He’s chased after me for years.Twenty.No, thirty, maybe.Maybe more.Memory failsBecause more important worriesSteal my attentions.Always he’s there,Behind me, closing-in.Pushing me to be faster,To push harder,To put more than two steps between us.When that fails,To be smarter.Even that fails.Last night,Beaten and weary,My eyes closedAnd my mind disconnected.After three-hours’ restless sleep,EjectedContinue reading “Pursuit – August 28, 2022”