Making Grandma Cain’s banana bread today prompted me to put this recipe out there for others to enjoy.
Blackout Poetry is my latest venture. I'll publish at least ten of these and then see if it's a venture I'll continue or something I'll abandon on the literary roadside.
Which will you choose?
April showers portend the arrival of May, but also remind of those who went before us...
Some, not all, of us consider the past routinely. I think there comes a time, though, when we all think about things to come...especially if we have kids and/or grandkids.
I hope you catch it. I really do.
When spring springs, it does more than just make the birds sing. It's one of the greatest times of year...
In response to my friend Brenda Arledge's word prompt, I started on Mother's Day (and completed the next) this poem about adapting to a world without my own mom in it.
This short story is about one day in the life of those awful, awkward teenage years.
A short poem about an encounter with a being from a bottle...
Haphazardry isn't my favorite place to be...but these days, with this writing milieu, it's kinda where I am...
Last year there was a prompt/question on another writing website: "Who owes you an apology?" I wrote this piece in response...part two is still in draft form and will come at a later date...
I stopped playing six-string guitar in my early 30s when I was diagnosed with RA. I was never great, but I loved playing and making music. When my hands couldn't make the chords anymore, I thought I was done for good. Now, at age 60, I'm learning to play the bass, learning to make music again.
Pushing awareness, admiration, appreciation, assessment, analysis, advancement, and advocacy for various works of literature, music, words and other ideas. Come pick up a few rocks and give them a look...
We used to say we wanted every day to be one big party. Not so much anymore.
Write the words and they will never be lonely.
We all know that blue can be sad...but let's not forget there's more than one shade of blue. It can definitely be a happy color, too!
Fall is falling fast. It's my favorite time of year and I wish it would last. It's fleeting, though; and very fast, so enjoy it now before it's past.
Pushing awareness, admiration, appreciation, assessment, analysis, advancement, and advocacy for various works of literature, music, words and other ideas. Come pick up a few rocks and give them a look...
This short story is a response to one of Brenda Arledge's word prompts: "Freedom."
Assaying awareness, admiration, appreciation, assessment, analysis, advancement, and advocacy for various works of literature, music, words and other ideas. Come pick up a few rocks and give them a look...
One time I bought, and then sold, a Fibonacci Hibachi.
This short piece of fiction was written in response to fellow writer, Brenda Arledge's one-word prompt: "Mirror."
The totality of my job here is to assay one, some or all of the following when it comes to the various works and words discussed herein: admiration, appreciation, assessment, analysis, advancement, advocacy. Let's together pick up a few media rocks and give them a look...
This poem is about my dog, who is 16 years old as of this writing on 17 August 2021.
A tidbit or two each from the vast universes of literature and music, and an even smaller pebble in the form of a word you may not have heard. That's River Rocks.
A story's plot and structure can move out of the box, if the writer chooses to make it so. Lots of different ways a tale can go...
This poem is a product of my early morning environment: cup of coffee in hand, TV playing the Olympics opening ceremony, dog asking for my participation in her morning routine, a lifetime of experiences to draw from, ponder, put to paper. It's about everything and it's about nothing at all.
Oatmeal, Malt-O-Meal, peanut butter, banana, and the wonderful taste of chocolate all in one piping hot breakfast bowl. What a great way to kick off the morning!
An ode to form and function of the three point shot.
As the door opens on a very near future that includes space tourism, there are so many different possibilities in that future. This letter alludes to just one of those possibilities...
Did you ever wonder why they start out rejection letters with "We regret to inform you..."? If they really regretted it, would they do it so often to everyone? Asking for a friend...
Dreaming in a dream, or living in a nightmare?
Thoughts on freedom of expression in the USA.
Burt Bacharach, CCR, The Band and My Mom - When I hear the word raindrops, these are some of the things that come to mind...
Bison once roamed these lands in tremendous numbers. They are still here, and though their numbers are not nearly what they used to be, they have returned to a most revered status.
Mondegreens—the mishearing of words and phrases in verse and song—have featured prominently in many people's lives. In this article I recount a few (hopefully) humorous memories of mondegreens from my early adolescent years.
This very short poem was written in response to a one word prompt—"Today"—that was put out there by my friend and fellow writer Brenda Arledge. I hope you enjoy it.
This short poem was written in response to a one word prompt--"Proof"--that was put out there by my friend Brenda Arledge. I hope you enjoy it.
This poem is about a persistent little guy who, for some reason, kept wanting me to ask the same question over and over...
This short poem is a response to John Hansen's prompt included in his article, "How to Write a Poem Using One Sentence as a Prompt."
This poem is a response to Brenda Arledge's one-word prompt: "Majestic."
This poem was written in response to fellow Maven writer Brenda Arledge's one-word prompt: "Spring."
In response to Brenda Arledge's one-word prompt: "Yesterday."
It's not quite time yet, but that doesn't mean I don't miss the crowds. When they come back, I'll hate them like I used to, but right now I'm feeling kind of nostalgic.
This article discusses three words that weren't part of my personal vocabulary before January 2021. They're new to me if not to you!
There are lots of different names for the Tuesday before Ash Wednesday. There are also lots of good things to eat on that day, too. This can all be very fun, particularly if you're with a loved one in The Big Easy for Shrovetide...
I wrote this short story in response to a writing challenge put out by a fellow writer, Ann Carr. I changed the main character from female to male, but I believe I have achieved the spirit of the exercise...indeed, I've written and rewritten this piece about a dozen times. It may change yet again.
Out on a bike ride, something yellow caught my eye...
Here's a day just for you. What will you make of it?
I wrote this little two-chord song (the lyrics are spoken, not sung) when I was about 14 years old. I'm giving it a home here for posterity's sake.
The plea: Be gee double oh dee or be gee oh en e.
When I was a young man, I received some sage advice from my dad. I eventually got around to following his advice, and I fine-tuned it with counsel from the Oracle of Omaha himself, Warren Buffett.
If you take this advice and happen to succeed…please don’t run off and tell all your friends. It’s supposed to be a secret.
Here are a few memorable quotes from 13 of our greatest U.S. presidents.
We all—each and every American—owe a debt of gratitude to the greatest President in our history, and we should also be grateful for how his presidency came to an end.
This poem is just a short, imaginative romp about nothing and no one, and also some things and someone. It's what the muse wanted to do in the first few hours after wakeup.
This poem is about the troll culture and just how very dark these days can be for those who get trampled by trolls on the internet. The relative anonymity of a keyboard and an ISP has brought forth and made popular a whole new kind of very disturbing behavior...
Flavorful and hearty gumbo is perfect with basmati rice for a cozy winter warm-up or perhaps even a rockin' summer social. Either way, it's sure to be a hit with all your family and friends!
My son loves banana cream pie, and so do I! Here's an easy make-at-home recipe for one of the best banana cream pies you'll ever have.
With a chapeau and, perhaps, a small apology to Clement Clarke Moore, this poem is a slightly different take on a skeptic's encounter with everyone's favorite elf on Christmas Eve.
What might it be like to be the first to skate on fresh ice just after the Zamboni passes through?
It looks like rain...
This short poem is a love story of sorts...
This poem was inspired by an article of the same name, which I read recently in an old issue of "The Atlantic."
This poem is a short imagining of an evening shared by two people who both recently ended another relationship...
There's a miracle that happens every single day. I love to get up in time to witness it...
The following two bread recipes are among the staples of our everyday life.
We make do the very best that we can...
It's as true as you want it to be...
This is a response to Chris Mills' challenge from the 11 October 2020 edition of Writer Without a Clause
This is a brief memoir of childhood days in Papillion, Nebraska, where I lived for a short time as a youngster. It's a response to Billybuc's writing challenge posted back in the third week of September 2020.
The wizard and the emperor have stuff in common...
HubPages is, more than anything else, a community of writers. If you're looking to join that community, here are my thoughts after six months writing and publishing here. If you're already a member, thanks for letting me be part of your community.
Strange and wonderful things can happen if you get there on time...
I will never forget 9/11 and the unifying moment that followed...
Car emissions are pretty good these days. And they could be even better still...
Just a few things on my mind...
My dog (and my cat) and I love it when we have company...especially when it's my granddaughter!
No one ever wrote a nursery rhyme about tools...
The truth is out there...and so are the other guys.
It seems Gaia–Mother Earth–wasn't always bound to terra firma...
Will the message get through? Will our words say what we want them to say? And will they last? Is it true...that you...only need love?
This article has a great video of comet NEOWISE in the Oregon skies just before sunrise. It also proses a bit on NEOWISE’s passage in Summer ’20. Finally, the article concludes with a brief celebratory poem about NEOWISE’s awe-inspiring near approach to our home here on planet Earth.
The PawSox are moving from Pawtucket in 2021. This season, the 2020 season, was supposed to be their farewell soiree. Those circumstances, and an age-old limerick inspired this piece of poetry.
For this flash fiction project, I set out to use all the words contained in a crossword puzzle solution. The result is a brief recap of one man's visit to his doctor's office.
McDonald’s is an American icon, and they've made some great commercials in the past 60+ years. Here are a few highlights from that collection of ads, along with my own top 3 favorites of all time.
For this flash fiction project, I set out to use all the words contained in a crossword puzzle solution. The result is a quick and wild look at how one young lady may have discovered her destiny.
My dad’s tackle box holds lots of gear and lots of great memories of days on the water with him.
I haven't bought salsa or Picante sauce from the store for more than 18 years. This recipe from my Uncle Bert is the reason why.
I didn't have enough of it to do all I wanted to do on the day I wrote this poem, which made me think of how I used to think about time, how I view it now, how I might see it a few years from now.
Join us for an interesting trip back in time to the year 1893. See the Chicago World's Fair, or parts of it anyway, and learn about Nikola Tesla's famously mystifying egg.
On Saturday, 30 May 2020, at 1222 PDT, SpaceX Falcon 9 launched with NASA astronauts Bob Behnken and Doug Hurley aboard. Their boldly going was a big deal, but it was not the next day's headline story.
Sometimes you just need to say what's on your mind...
In May 2018, I was asked to be the keynote speaker for the Memorial Day ceremony in Moscow, Idaho. The local VFW and American Legion chapters (Hawley Jameson Post 2905 and Dudley Loomis Post 6, respectively) hosted the event at Latah County Fairgrounds. These are the remarks I gave that day.
Looking for a little two-wheeled inspiration? Enjoy this series of quotes about bikes and cycling. Many are worthy of framing, and all would look great as prints. Pick your favorite, get it printed in your favorite font over a nice graphic, and hang it on the wall right next to your bicycle!
This poem is a response to the challenge issued by Ann Carr.
We really (probably) are not alone. This imagining is just one of many that could be true, could be happening at a shoreline very near you...suspend disbelief for a moment and enjoy...
If you write, you know well that ideas can be fleeting lest we catch them and pin them for posterity. Sadly, sometimes they come and go before they have been given a proper home.
Sometimes you make new friends while out on the bike...
Beyond my family, the greatest joys in my life have come from helping others get what they want. Sometimes you can even do that while out fishing.
Finding the end of a rainbow is an ambitious and worthy goal. The journey can be very nice, too.
When you're out on the trail, miles from home, you don't want to find out that you don't have the right tools to fix a flat on your bike.
On a wonderfully scenic family vacation train ride across Canada, things take a turn for the interesting and somewhat embarrassing...could have happened to anybody, really.
“This is a very important lesson. You must never confuse faith that you will prevail in the end—which you can never afford to lose—with the discipline to confront the most brutal facts of your current reality, whatever they might be.” Admiral James Stockdale