Are You Not Entertained?

The readers come and go with nary a comment or notice on the blog other than the loyal 17 longtime readers.

They refuse to give up or let go and so I send them these fragments of fiction and nuggets of not quite newsworthy nonsense hoping I find lightning in the bottle.

Are you not entertained is the question I ask, more for me and less for them.

10,000 posts haunt these walls and somewhere among the echoes and ghosts life springs forth, daring those who venture within to live.

And daring others to love.

The Idiot’s Mark

Sometimes people post something they believe is funny or makes them look cool and you shake your head because they are so far off of the mark.

The dumbass that posted this is the poster child for planned parenthood and general buffoonery.

I wonder if he has figured out yet how many recognize him for who he is and who he isn’t.

Words Are For You

These words are for you.

Your ears are who they are meant for.

Along with the hope you’ll hear, understand and listen.

No one knows for certain what will happen if we walk down one path.

But we know alone and apart is an unwanted companion.

Fear says they won’t be heard or understood.

Hope says fear is foolish and far too anxious.


Hope says be patient and what will be will unfold.


It Could Be A Gift

Sometimes Facebook is a place where you go to read fake news and be outraged by politics and sometimes it is where you see an ex talking to a big oaf.

And you think to yourself, “if she is flirting with that big oaf or just being extra friendly.

Not that it matters because you aren’t together but since you know the big oaf is not just dumb but a bad person you wonder if maybe you received a gift.

Maybe you got lucky and missed a making a big mistake because if there is romance with the big oaf you’d question their judgment.

But you’d never say anything about how dumb he is or ask if he swallowed his twin because that would be mean


You’re Just Jealous

That is probably the response you’d get if your comment about being a stupid oaf was heard and maybe something about being mean.

And if you engaged on it you’d talk about a stalker who keeps poking the bear and say if someone stayed out of private blogs and left other blogs alone there wouldn’t be any commentary.

It would be forgotten and then you’d add some comment about you have no respect for the oaf and think he is Trump like.

But that wouldn’t happen without a face-to-face conversation and that is unlikely so all of this hypothetical bullshit is just that…bullshit.


And somewhere in the recesses of your mind you’d ask if you are really jealous and what that might mean.

But instead of focusing on that you’d think about how all the nonsense proves some things never change as much as we might like them to.

We might be years out of college and high school but the people we love or once love, well sometimes they take us back to old times and instead of being men and women we are something else.

Boys and girls who don’t always know whether to say they love someone or not because of complications that don’t always exist any place other than in our own heads.

The Doctor Of Destiny

Long ago I told someone I c0uld be their doctor of destiny and asked them to trust their heart with me.

I said we could exchange keys, they would have one for mine and I would have one for theirs and together we could heal what was broken.

We managed to do so more than once and in multiple places which made me believe we had an innate ability to do so for each other, forever.

That might like silly puppy love stuff, the kind you limit to high school romance but I have come to believe there is truth to it.

All it takes is one moment and suddenly you remember what you forgot.