When I was little, Grandma’s birthday was on October 8. Mom would say, “Grandma’s a true Libra.” Upon Googling “Libra characteristics” I learned that Libras are fascinated by the balance and symmetry and hate being alone. After Mom passed away, Grandma changed her birthday to October 7 so it would be exactly a month before…

“See you back in ten years,” my G.I. guy said after my “all clear” colonoscopy. Sister had a polyp snipped at hers and gets to repeat the pleasure in five. The prep is much worse than the hose. Flavoring makes no difference since you can’t taste it with your nose pinched off, gagging down that…

My parents left me in the car while they voted for President Roosevelt at the grade school. I had my jack-o’-lantern for company. There were three older kids, school kids, moseying my way. “Hey little boy,” a big girl said, knocking on the window. I was transfixed by the glovebox door. À big boy said,…

Time flies. We’re getting up into the holiday months. This month we’re going to start moving the upper limit, uh, up. So this month you can write a haiku or you can write a 100 word piece or you can write a 1111 word piece. Here are the themes for this month’s contest: October Halloween…

It was tough this month. This is the most intense the competition has been in a while. The two winners are Jim Harstad for Heading Upstream, and Darrel for Wasting Time. They both have won 10 Bamboo Bucks to spend in the online store. Just mention that you’re a Bamboo Shoots September winner when you…

Isn’t time strange? Time is always ticking away, moving forward creating a future, yet forming a history into the past. Time and emotions are linked together. Sometimes time will feel like it is going by slowly, and other times going by faster. Living in the present isn’t always easy. Sometimes when things are enjoyable, you’ll…

My fahdah only get two ansas fo everyting: “waste time” and “no need.” If you like go Ala Moana and he no like take you, he tell, “waste time.” If you like one soda and he no like buy um fo you, he tell, “no need.” And if you like go Ala Moana AND get…

I wish for an endless summer, thinking about time passing as my Baby grows up. It’s Labor day, doing time at the beach, families and picnics all around. It’s the end of summer, and the third of the four seasons begin. I think of Fall, and it brings me back to memories of the forty…

Summer’s officially done. The dogs and silvers are running in Union River, way back in the alders. Passing the football lazily back and forth in the upper pasture, Evers and I hear it, both at once, and pause to listen. The loud splashing is intense, periodic, and purposeful. “Salmon’re running.” “Seems too early.” “Late August.”…

It’s smoke It’s dope Can’t cope With this mentality Of high anxiety It’s friggin killing me. I’m pharming I’m pissing I’m looking What’s missing? The high potency Of crystallized THC. Bagman My connection To confection Resurrection From this affliction He’s here to set me free Did he hear my plea? Log on From the juggler…