Car Hood

This is a little piece of flash fiction.  The events are true….from long ago.  Car hood




You toss your head, your hair back with a flourish;

One of the charms of a blustery day, that.


You said you had lost all power for a while;

I doubted it, but you did mean electrical.


I walked my beagle up Mount Tolmie;

It was wicked cold, wind whipping the crest.


I could not toss my head, or flourish;

The wind mussed me like a lover,


A rough lover, with powerful hands;

Fortunately, I was fully dressed.


When I came down, I was almost sad,

Altho, I did feel well ministrated.


Someday I will essay a sonnet;

How the wind stroked me breathless.


I will show it to you when you next flourish

Your hair.  I doubt you will blush, but,


You will smile in that way you have,

And I will think of you losing all power.






I dreamed of legionnaires

Okay, after the last posting, I figured I should get down and dirty about my life…just kidding…when was I other.  Anyway, lurking in the background are more Tintern Island poems, stuff about gypsies, self-indulgent love-laments,  and more based on Norse religion.  And my own poem-take on Conan’s god Crom…I toyed with the idea of creating a religion based on Crom at one point,  but, since he wouldn’t give a rat’s nether regions for it, why bother?  Or why not?  Anyway, this one is based on an adventure in clothing from last summer.  Besides the Norse, the imperial Romans also have interested me…I was totally hooked on I, Claudius.   And, thinking about the Romans I Dreamed of Legionnaires

The Grey of Tintern

Many years ago, I began writing poem-stories about a place I named Tintern Island.  Every so often, it appears again.  Here is a recent one.  At Tintern Island the sky is grey

Mt. Tolmie: the Rut

Been looking again at flash fiction.   I am particularly interested in postcard stories.  I like the challenge of getting a story/vision/dream/whatever down in about 250 words, about what would fit on a postcard.  I will file a few in posts to come.  I am setting myself a challenge of  100 days of postcards.  Nothing like aiming high!

Anyway.  I wrote a postcard story earlier today, but, this afternoon penned the following, largely while sitting in Starbucks.  Mt. Tolmie Park is only a few minutes from where I live, and I did, indeed, see a fine buck this morning, while walking the family beagle.

Mt tolmie