Downward Doddy

Snow,

Cabin,

Woods,

Off-grid. 

That was the dream. 

Two hundred and forty seasons;

Sun,

Condominium,

Cement,

Spotlight. 

Oh life, you can be cruel! 

Advertisements

Shattered Routine

At the stroke of one,

Park bench and sun,

Zorbing together,

With other musicians.

I’d dislike the change,

It must rearrange.

In the cool blue,

You and I will play,

Until we prune up,

And plump away.

I love your chatter,

I love your hair.

I will shed a tear,

Even when you’re not in despair.

Share Your Short Story – Winner for March

How fun are these reads?! Thank You, Stevie for holding this fun sporting event every month. 😀

Stevie Turner

Wow, I’m getting quite a lot of interest in my monthly competition now, with the result that I’ve had a few more entries – 16 this month!  Do take some time to read all the wonderful stories I’ve been sent.  As usual it’s been hard to pick out a winner and runner up.

This month I’m picking out Phil Huston’s story ‘La Soiree Dansante’ as the winner:

Phil Huston:  https://philh52.wordpress.com/2018/02/15/la-soiree-dansante/

It reminds me of a scene in one of my favourite films, ‘The Full Monty’.  Here’s your laurel to add to your story, Phil.  Let me know if you’d like it added to the free anthology I’ll publish later this year:

SHORT STORY LAUREL MARCH

And the runner-up is Tallis Steelyard’s ‘Snail Wrestling‘ – a most original story!

Tallis Steelyard:  https://tallissteelyard.wordpress.com/2018/02/26/snail-wrestling/

Here’s your laurel, Jim:

Short Story runner up March

Here are links to all the other lovely stories that were submitted.  I’ve had to print Colin Guest’s…

View original post 293 more words

Cats – Who do they think they are!?

IMG_20180319_083740598

You see what I mean? Everyday, every single day, I work like this. Most of the clicking on the mouse-pad is done by this guy. When my fingers are typing, he thinks it’s a game of “pin the finger”, and he keeps on jabbing at my fast-moving hands. I push him off and seat him to the big empty couch, but before I plop back down on mine, he’s there again!

I have had pets since before I was born. Rescues, adopted, you name it. I have seen birthing, like this guy’s, and it hasn’t horrified or grossed me out in the least. I have had pets pass on sadly, but that has never stopped me from bringing home another one. I have never bought one, they have all been rescued or adopted. And cats, they just show up. This guy is the third generation and I have the fourth generation –  a litter of three brownies fast asleep in their little nest in the spare bedroom. When their mom is not around, they cuddle up with my son, who has declared himself as their foster-mom. My husband loves babies, and he is a big man. He misses having a tiny baby boy who’d giggle in his lap, so now he treats those three kittens like human babies, rocking them, swaddling them, and washing their bum-bums. He lays down on the floor with them, making arm-mazes for them to jump through, which is hilarious to watch. The kittens really have taken a shining to my son as their foster-mom; they keep climbing on his head and look for something to suckle on. (LMAO!)

And as far as I am concerned, all the cats and dogs think of me as their buddy who likes to play in the mud and chase cars and mice. They shamelessly wake me up in the middle of the night if one of them has the munchies, they fart in my direction to let me know that they need to go out, they keep licking me, even the cats, like I have nothing better to do than rub their bellies and they knock on the door, any godforsaken time of the day. They are like those beepers at the exit of a super-market; any bag of grocery, any boxes from Amazon and any packages in the post, has to go past them. They smell out their foods and demand a tasting right then and there. So to sum it up, they treat me like a door-mat.

Having said that, I agree with the gazillion pet-owners: pets are real good stress-busters. Ever wondered why that cat on YouTube is famous? Stress-buster! Why, just over the weekend, I was really down in the dumps, and I got this guy seen in the picture to brush his teeth. What fun that was! Their teeth are razor-sharp, not to mention the wolverine-like claws. And we jostled for a good half an hour but managed to brush his teeth. (Don’t freak out, I used a super-soft baby toothbrush and no toothpaste; we were just monkeying around!) At the end of it, he was super-annoyed with me and I had forgotten the blues. He did avenge this episode by farting in my face just now though.

I just wanted to drop by and say to all the pet-owners, you people are doing a tremendous job. If not for you, these loving furry friends would be fighting for survival. Keep loving, keep cherishing!

Ka-boom!

Oh, headsplits and splinters, go away.
Nasty litle tricks you play.
Deluded, hallucinating, is that you?
The water’s too cold.
And the sunlight’s too harsh.
The noises that sink in beautifully are a din.
Nimble fingers, shaking.
The wait’s over.
Enlightenment dawned.
The dance of the devils,
The sway of the wild.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel.
It will wait till eternity.

Mother Earth

Wrinkles in time.
Footprints in sand.
The lily in the pond.
The patter of the rain.
Illusions on a caravan,
In a desert of delusions,
The lure of the mirage.
Calling out, not there.
A madman and his whims,
A million stories of the sea
A flashlight and a path,
The sounds of the night.
Silhouetted and soft,
The jewels strewn across.
The water in the sun.
The black got blacker,
The air got thicker.
The tall towers passed.
Against the shadows dark.