Since the sun rises earlier during these days, it has become easy to see the many large-sized skidmarks left on the asphalt from semi-trucks, most loaded with rock, gravel, or dirt, as the drivers of these trucks must brake hard to prevent running a red light. I’m not talking about one or two, but several…

“Guilty as charged, your Honor,” I said as I pointed an accusing finger at myself. For this, I am the Judge, jury, executioner, and defendant. Okay, so I’m blowing everything out of proportion, but what is a little exaggeration amongst friends? Since mid-April, I have not recorded a podcast. But I do have my reason…

It finally happened. And I was not only mad at myself for it, but I felt pretty stupid for having done it. I drove thirty minutes from home to the radio station and forgot my key card to gain entry to the building. What makes this so bad is I raced home to get the…

Work, eat and sleep. Those are the three ingredients that make up my life at present. It’s not a complaint but a statement of fact. I’m up by 4 a.m. and out of the house thirty minutes later, heading for the radio station. Two stops an hour to present, first the traffic report and then…

Something tells me that I might best return to writing fiction stories rather than churning out little diatribes about daily life. Not even poetry, or what supposedly passes for poetry in my mind, seems to be attractive to you. It is a case of being caught between a rock and a hard place. I thought…

Overcast morning listen to the croaking frog under thorny bush

Whose arm is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite sad, though. It is a tale of woe, They watch him frown. She cries hello. He gives his arm a shake, And sobs until the tears make. The only other sound’s the break, Distant cars and birds awake. The arm is broken, swollen,…

There once was a lass who liked cake. She said, “See the lovely bake!” It was unusually flat, Round but not very fat, And ate it for goodness sake.

Pay attention to the Ukrainian fighters, The Ukrainian leadership is the most cunning non-revolutionary master of all. “Silence.” said the Ukrainian government, And “silence” then “silence” again.

The empty passenger cars joined by the rotting diner. It too is empty, bare and abandoned, desiccating In hot summer sun. It is of that one greater generation gone, How I mourned the awful sight. Down, down, down into the darkness of memory’s tunnel, Quickly it goes by, obscured, forgotten, a shadow. Pay attention to…