One thing about owning an old car is that it gives you a good excuse to spend hours poking around wrecking yards, archaeological sites of great interest and value as…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rat -- January 2021 Contest
75 Words Sans Title
Fading upside-down at the bottom-back of the last yellow page of the steno pad I grab on my way to the couch to write my version of the 75 words…
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A very rough first draft: ON HE RODE — Chapter Thirty-Two
To complete the Carlsbad Experience, cavewalkers are encouraged to return at sunset to watch clouds of bats emerge from the depths of orifices far beyond the gentle limits of our…
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ON HE RODE — Chapter Thirty-One (a very rough first draft)
It’s becoming a bit obvious that I need to talk to somebody — anybody will do, anybody who will deign to put up with the likes of me. The radio…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rat -- November Contest
Ahem, Aloha!
The best thing to keep in mind when you are asked to write a hundred words on any topic is that it won’t be deathless prose and that all you…
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ON HE RODE — Chapter Thirty
Ha-wong! Or would that be kara-whong!? Just what sound does a meteor make when it plows full-speed into hard desert rock? Anything like the Smack! of horsehide on cowhide of…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rat -- October Contest
October Words
October Words (Sing to the tune of “Battle of New Orleans”.) The Buckaroo says we should take him by surprise And write whatever words we see Within our inner eye,…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rat -- October Contest
Aloha Tower Clock in Covid-19 Time
(At 5:10 pm Saturday in Honolulu, Hawaii, it is 5:10 am Sunday in Paris, France), a twelve-hour parenthesis conjoining (this week’s last day with last week’s first) or vice-versa (first…
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ON HE RODE — Chapter Twenty-Nine (A Rough Draft)
Lucky for me, the car never hit the bike and the ditch flattened out to cushioning undergrowth. My great black Dutch ditch-bike was a girder on wheels, impervious to bending…
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ON HE RODE — Chapter Twenty-Eight
Nothing much going on botanically as far as I can tell, but the truth is, Northwest greenie that I am, I can’t tell much. Drifting along, tumbleweed’s love to the…