https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kakaratchi/I don't write much in the way of poetry, but I do often put down short bits of prose. Here is a little of each.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kakaratchi/517915This will be my last post on Blogit. I think I'm looking for something a little different in a blog. I want to thank everyone who made supportive comments here, especially - BC-A, 7-STARS,Afzal50, and most especially sam44. To anyone who's interested, please check out my photo and art galleries...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kakaratchi/517800This came about when a fellow tenant in my rooming house decided that there should be no more bar soap in the communal lavatories. She was sure they were bastions of germiness. She was outvoted, and the microbes are safe... The Lament of the Microbes You will not take our soap, we hope, for...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kakaratchi/517562Croaker John Come listen here to a tale of fear; it’s worth at least a penny, and pass it on to all your friends, (assuming you have any.) His mates can call him Croaker John, but his mates are very few. He's Captain John Crocutamon, nothing else, to the likes of you. Now Croaker John likes a...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kakaratchi/517305Hyena Song Dead bodies are precious, too precious to waste. They must be devoured, and devoured in haste. Their ripe scent we follow when bellies are slack. Their soft flesh we swallow, their hard bones we crack. The rosy flamingo lies sweet in our jaws, like anything else that has fins, hooves,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kakaratchi/517111Conversational Gridlock Fingers beat a silent, unconscious tattoo on the steering wheel. Eyes fixed on the signal, waiting for your turn to speak. The cross traffic of ideas flows past, largely unseen, quickly forgotten. Except for the occasional yellow convertible turn of phrase. Light changes...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kakaratchi/516895A little dark, but still fun, I think. Was supposed to be a Punk-Rock song. The Skateboard Video Cameraman He’s quiet like a following ship at sea. You never see him just like you never see me. He stays behind the lens and he stays beside the pro keeping pace and getting footage no matter where...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kakaratchi/516710Everybody has days when they want to kill their boss. I wrote this on one of them... Princess of Siam Some people must think that they're a big deal. Too bad they exist in a world that's unreal. No matter what you do, it's never enough. They still criticize and get into a huff. It's never, "How...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kakaratchi/516378The Freeway Ride When I was about fourteen my mother married a man named Ernie. Ernie was one of the nicest men I had ever met. (Which actually, at the time, wasn’t saying much…) He was good to my mother, but having had no experience with children, left the managing of me to my mother’s seasoned...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kakaratchi/515150I will be away for several days and will not be uploading until Friday or Saturday the 18th or 19th. Please consider checking out my other two blogs, "Boo & Zephyr" or "Miscellaneous Fiction."https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kakaratchi/515148The Ivory-billed Woodpecker Sing “Hey!” for the Ivory-billed woody, with his cockade of fiery red. We all thought him gone – he was listed extinct, but the bird turns out not to be dead! This flashy woodpecker kept hidden, in bayou and swamp made his stand. And though they’re not many – that sure...