tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56246092024-03-13T06:06:51.804-04:00- Eggs Over Tokyo - <center><b>(Tokyo Is Easy)</b></center>Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comBlogger225125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-84692525379123352562023-12-02T08:16:00.000-05:002023-12-02T08:16:22.519-05:00(senryu) LEAF (Vol.2)Journal of The Daily Haiku (Online) December 2023 troubled times indeedno soaring sing-along tunes—forgotten lyrics—
Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-60688829304237482902023-11-01T19:15:00.000-04:002023-11-01T19:15:09.807-04:00Modern WarfareCOLLATERAL - Online (w/ audio) November 2023 Someone else filed the reports and someone else read them,passed them on to someone elsewho organized the surveillancethat generated the phone callthat aided another someone to determine the coordinates,launch and guide the drone, set itto hover high above the village,laser the tiny target’s rooftopso that the silently incoming missile&Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-81082767255291012692023-10-15T15:30:00.002-04:002023-10-15T15:30:56.374-04:00l'objet sombre Brave & Reckless (Print Anthology Support) October 2023turn it over tenderlyturn it over tenderlyshhhh shhh shhlook at this a minutesee look how it’s darksee how it’s dark herehow it curves how it’shard to see look at itlook at it lookit this,man, I’m tellin ya true:sure as shit it’s hardlyeven here this minuteRon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-58735214358300063062023-07-27T23:06:00.000-04:002023-07-27T23:06:23.577-04:00Accompaniment A Story In 100 Words (Online) July 2023Almost every morningit’s the same old ambient toss-up:Susumu Yokota or Lazybatusu.Some days, neither flips his switch;some days: nothing but nothing. Silence.(He neither needs nor wants either one.)Some days—especially days he’s up early—he just sits and types, humming his own theme:he calls it Lazysusubatsumu Yakotoma.He hums and writes and Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-79609442295427547722023-07-17T00:24:00.000-04:002023-07-17T00:24:39.664-04:00The CallingTiny Seed Literary Journal (Online / Print anthology) July 2023Blood-red hibiscus grewfurther back from the riverbanksun-dappledwhere I dared not often go;soft green breezesin a periwinkle skynow shimmered tiny bloomletsnow held them an instant in balancecallingFoxglove and hyacinth mingled theredeeper in the forest, wildheavy with scent and delicately swayed.Songbirds by the waterfallpeering Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-67074773271236104272023-05-20T06:56:00.000-04:002023-05-20T06:56:21.168-04:00Camaraderie Uninterrupted A Story In 100 Words (Online) May 2023I had a friend who rescued a dog. He told me it could
speak. Russian. He knew that I was bilingual, so he asked me to do some
translation.
I sat patiently, listening. Nothing.
I’d almost given up waiting. Then I heard it. It was Russian, alright, with a Labradoodle
accent.
Sadly though, it was total nonsense: “Spotted Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-55420620286912363112023-03-18T10:35:00.000-04:002023-03-18T10:35:58.323-04:00Visitations (Anthology) Red Wolf Editions - PDF March 2023VisitationsAn Author Collection / Anthology of eighteen poems, all previously published by Red Wolf Journal over the past decade or so.Titles Included:Visitations Looking GlassI Heard Voices Rust, Pepper Relative Distance Altered Itinerary The Quest Love Conquers All Overheard Ginsberg’s Omelet Metamorphosis Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-17117687782753978472023-02-19T08:22:00.000-05:002023-02-19T08:22:24.348-05:00(a winter haiku) Plum Tree Tavern - Winter Haiku Collection (Online) February 2023January crowsstare down from barest branchesblack and white morningRon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-80012849265208398752023-02-13T07:56:00.000-05:002023-02-13T07:56:21.186-05:00Payback A Story In 100 Words (Online) February 2023
On their
Golden Anniversary, he started calling her by different names and nicknames on
a random basis – Stewie and Stewbabe, Audrey, Boobala, Doc, Squig, and so on –
knowing he’d never forget her real name, but figuring that when he finally
reached the peak of Mt. Alzheimer he’d be able to cover it up a little longer,
give her less to worry Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-73106500773125300452023-01-20T10:02:00.005-05:002023-07-17T00:29:07.740-04:00Relative DistanceRed Wolf Journal (Online) January 2023RWJ Winter/Spring Anthology (Online) March 2023Red Wolf Editions (Online Author’s Collection; Visitations) – March 2023I suppose I’ll be up late again tonight,with the white high full moon
in the cold, almost-springtime sky
banging on the windowsill
screaming to be let in,
and you so far away.I suppose that in two months’ time
the grass will have greened
and Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-78240933418057987372023-01-19T08:40:00.003-05:002023-03-17T06:00:23.138-04:00As It Should BeRed Wolf Journal (online) January 2023RWJ Winter/Spring Anthology (Online) March 2023Red Wolf Editions: Visitations (Online Author’s Collection) – March 2023
This morning’s forecast
requires no translation.
There is nothing unintelligible
about the sunshine, nothing
open to interpretation, nothing
equivocal.
No.
&Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-221119872426553102023-01-17T07:42:00.003-05:002023-03-17T06:28:33.356-04:00Rust, PepperRed Wolf Journal (Online) January 2023RWJ Winter/Spring Anthology (Online) March 2023Red Wolf Editions: Visitations (Online Author’s
Collection) March 2023It’s hard, living here, not to
want to be a tender poet, not to
wax poetic and rhapsodic when I
step out onto the deck at dawn
as the last tendrils of fog fade,
the first birdsong of the day
rising, a delicate prelude; hard
not to give in,Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-22470698275034315192023-01-14T23:15:00.003-05:002023-03-17T06:29:05.749-04:00I Heard Voices Red Wolf Journal (Online) January 2023RWJ Winter/Spring Anthology (Online) March 2023Red Wolf Editions: Visitations (Online Author’s
Collection) March 2023I heard voiceson the long highway home from Suttonand I missed you when the sun went down.I heard voices in the dashboard, singing.I turned up the volume and I missed you.I thought about Graffiti Overpassthirty years ago in Stafford Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-36205206017919623662022-12-12T13:38:00.001-05:002022-12-12T13:41:31.108-05:00Recessional 50-Word Stories (Online) December 2022“No, no, no,” he said, his voice fading. “I see what you
mean. I get it. I get it,” but his delivery had become a mere mumble as he entered
the unlit room at the far end of the hall, softly closing the door behind him,
making everything even darker.Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-44722385174768794252022-11-20T09:35:00.000-05:002022-11-20T09:35:02.683-05:00Plum Tree Tavern (Online) November 2022Autumn Moon Festival Issuelast night’s fullest moonstill sings, bell-clear, this morning—Autumn’s aria—Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-85746258084173248602022-09-04T09:14:00.000-04:002022-09-04T09:14:21.613-04:00Fine Point 50- Word Stories (Online) May 2019It wasn’t until his third unsuccessful attempt to get something—anything—worthwhile onto paper that he realized he’d been using the wrong pen. Somehow, a 0.7 had made it into his pocket along with his favored 1.0 and he’d been accidentally selecting it, thus guaranteeing his dissatisfaction with the outcome.Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-54817826877701671222022-09-01T12:07:00.000-04:002022-09-01T12:07:56.358-04:00The Arsonist Potato Soup Journal (10-Word Story) (online) September 2022He warmed her heart.He got her hot.Boom.Ash.Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-78412870572729756972022-07-08T17:52:00.001-04:002022-07-08T17:55:56.331-04:00But First, A Word From Our Sponsors Cow - Pure Slush BooksAnthology (Print / eBook, June 2022)(This piece is too lengthy (500 words) to post here in its entirety. Here's the opening paragraph. The whole piece is delivered as a TV documentary voice-over).Today,
ladies and gentlemen, we’ll look at one of the world’s foremost chefs, and how
he creates his masterpiece. The key is
control: from the feedlot to the Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-36248807454105607942022-05-08T16:28:00.000-04:002022-05-08T16:28:01.677-04:00Civil (re)EngineeringThe Drabble (Online) May 2022We should hand everybody a mirror,tell them to have a good long look,ask if that’s who they really want to be.We should offer everybody a rifle,see who’s interested in having one,and hand them the mirror again instead.We should give everyone a photo albumwith photos of everyone else’s family.We should build a planetary dinner table. Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-42565012545751628272022-05-01T09:26:00.003-04:002022-05-01T09:26:39.014-04:00PyrrhicismPotato Soup Journal (10-Word Story) (Online) May 2022 “Peace,
at last!” said the final soldier to no one.Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-90846864682234091022022-04-25T13:13:00.000-04:002022-04-25T13:13:31.298-04:00CandyLight on the Walls of Life (Jambu Press)Print Anthology - Ferlinghetti Tribute (April 2022)I’d like to live
upstairs from a candy store.Over the years, I’ve
read a few great poems about life amid candy: Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-63568951206362153452022-03-22T06:55:00.003-04:002022-03-22T10:46:39.643-04:00Backyard Olympics Failure 50-Word Stories (Online) March 2022It wasn’t until the final, near-miss horseshoe toss was disputed that things escalated into open warfare. Heavy metal shrapnel flew in almost every direction, none of it intended for its usual targets, all of it meant to send an unmistakably on-target message of protest. Neither team took home the gold.Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-11731735297477460142022-03-07T06:08:00.001-05:002022-03-07T10:57:34.446-05:00Attendance The Birdseed (Online) March 2022
He
put a checkmark in the ledger next to his own name in the column marked
“Absent/Unexcused”. He was only a couple
of minutes late. No one really wanted to get down to business, anyway. No one
wanted to stay, but no one dared leave.
Only four or five of them had ever actually been struck by lightning.
Two were twins, but their identical Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-84029753806183648142022-03-03T23:29:00.000-05:002022-03-03T23:29:50.070-05:00Shadowfax Marie A Story In 100 Words (Online) March 2022Just before he’s seventy, just before 7:00 AM he
finds Shadowfax Marie at the 6068 Spa, lets her drift him into his morning
pages, levitate him, lets her let him forget everything, dismiss all of his
desires–even his morning coffee, even his Beloved (still in bed, dreaming he’s
still there, sleeping, beside her). But his wings are only borrowed Ron.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624609.post-77018785956655873732022-02-19T21:46:00.000-05:002022-02-19T21:46:26.194-05:00Lariateer A Story In 100 Words (Online) February 2022
When he finally finishes his regular morning exercise, he
considers going back through his earliest journals and numbering the pages
but—smart as he is—he knows he can’t count that high. He thinks about all the
pens he’s ever used, tries to calculate how many oceans of ink he’s expended;
imagines uncurling his cursive and deconstructing his printRon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003968251465131521noreply@blogger.com