Archives for 2019

Flowing from the chute and ringing with metallic joy, the gold coins flowed ceaselessly.

We grabbed as many as we could, pockets filled with these heavy discs, and walked sludging home to show our aunt and uncle.

They talked about dreams coming true and how much our futures were now better, paved with gold.

We went out into the street and played, as at every opportunity, with the other kids.

Soon we would be called in to do homework and then later on to eat macaroni pie.

The romantic notion was that big banks are like big bruises – they get all the attention.

Falling off a bicycle when learning to ride, stepping on your partner’s toes when learning to dance, all happen.

But letting go of your counterpart on the trapeze high above the crowd is hard to take so lightly.

Write a note on a small piece of paper with an affectionate message to your loved one or whoever may find it, a fine thing to do. You never know when there might be unexpected snow delays in the middle of the hot season.

We shared a pizza, we shared everything and it all shared us.

We are feeling swell, fine, splendid, bubbly, super and strong.

The vote was taken, but we had no idea what for.

All this as we were walking out the door.

Tweet. The sound of a bird in a children’s novel.

Face. Something we look at when we talk with someone.

Oh, so you think you know what I’m talking about?

You think you made book?

Just a little detour.

A tribute to fuzziness and hazy hare-brained schemes.

They lit a fire, roasted carrots and pretzels, and sang old long-remembered folk songs with simple lyrics.

Visitors from across the land-masses and river beds, found this twee, cute and “ethnic”. Very “real”.

The National Association of Free-Form Culture-Seeding gained two hundred or so new members that night.