Moose, Gnome and Cow meet Squirrel

One day the Moose, the Gnome and the Cow went for a walk. Little white flurries flew, and the waves roared in the bay at the bottom of the hill. “It’s not a fit night out for man nor beast,” said the Gnome. “It’s not nighttime, but I agree,” said the Moose. “Moo,” said theContinue reading “Moose, Gnome and Cow meet Squirrel”

In the days after Sunset Electronica

(A conversation in a world after the devices stopped working.) The Printer grinned an ironic grin. “See, now, there’s the whole point. The printed forum was a place where the community gathered, and people wrote their piece, and views were exchanged with a common respect,” he said, recalling the times before the times before theirs.Continue reading “In the days after Sunset Electronica”

Day of the Yellow Clown Elephant

”Let me tell you. I have to tell you. You’re just not going to believe it.” The little one literally bounced with excitement. “Let me guess first. There’s a yellow elephant the color of a banana peel walking up Main Street wearing pink trousers and a teal bowler hat.” This was spoken by a tallerContinue reading “Day of the Yellow Clown Elephant”

Reflections while sitting in a lawn chair waiting for an eBay delivery

2:20 p.m. 9-21-2020 Hello, hello, hello, everyone! In less than a minute you will be a mile away and wondering if you really saw a white-haired man in a lawn chair, leg crossed to reveal bare ankles and slippers, otherwise wearing office clothes and writing in a red journal with a pen. Where are youContinue reading “Reflections while sitting in a lawn chair waiting for an eBay delivery”

A brief conversation with Almighty God

The day began in clarity. “Good morning, world! Thank you for the rest,” he cried. “You know who I am; I know who I am. I’m glad we had this chat; let’s get down to business.” Harmonies poured from his soul — answers snapped to his fingers — his mind and body answered the call.Continue reading “A brief conversation with Almighty God”

The would-be wordsmith’s nightmare

He cracked his knuckles and started writing, and his curiosity was piqued by the character who appeared on the page before him. “Ya think I’m some circus animal who can just pop out of nowhere and do my tricks, don’t ya?” said the curious being. It was an amazing sight. The voice sounded like aContinue reading “The would-be wordsmith’s nightmare”

Prologue to The Monarchs

“Look at that big piece of driftwood,” she laughed. “It looks like a dead giant caterpillar washed ashore.” Grant Jenssen laughed, too, but then he took a second look. The wood was washed not quite white, more of a light tan, and the little stubs from broken branches could have been legs; the resemblance toContinue reading “Prologue to The Monarchs”