https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/rambles_thru_my_mind/Various stories - some new, some old. Some fantasy, some not.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/rambles_thru_my_mind/517798Musings on why I decided to undertake a writing project about a local homeless guy. Then Came Poppy It was a misunderstanding that started him screaming at me. From the perspective of four year’s distance our problems started as a result of his antagonistic feelings toward another acquaintance of...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/rambles_thru_my_mind/517567One of my more interesting (I think) dreams... In this dream I was a dog. All the other ‘people’ were dogs too. At the beginning of the dream I was looking down at a maze of yards. These yards were in rows, and had fences around them. Some of the fences were old, some new. Some were made of wire...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/rambles_thru_my_mind/517306Why Not Squeaky Voices? Ok, now everyone will know for sure that I am a grade-A, certifiable curmudgeon. But it’s time to take the gloves off. No more Ms. Nice Gal. It’s a lovely afternoon, and my Lurcher, Grace and I are walking to the local market. Everybody knows Grace. They know me too, but a...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/rambles_thru_my_mind/517112The Sad Tale of the Found Records In which letter I shall strive to aquaint you with the deplorable scene which ensued when the aforementioned records were noticed in my room by a mutual aquaintance, not to say friend, of ours. After the delightful meal which you shared with me this afternoon to...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/rambles_thru_my_mind/516896Journal entry from 2007 So I wake up, get up and go to the store. They had lobster tails. They were $30.00 a pound. I hemmed and hawed, and finally asked Scott to weigh one for me. It was half a pound. “Oh well,” I thought. “You only live once.” (Or at least you only live this life once – thank...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/rambles_thru_my_mind/516711Doggie Bag In my youth I supplemented my living as a silk-screen printer with the occasional art commission. One such commission consisted of doing a single India-ink drawing of a coyote femur. The illustration was to appear in the thesis of a young man who was doing his residency, (or whatever...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/rambles_thru_my_mind/516380OK, this is totally not fiction, it's a transcript of an internet dialog with a person who shall remain nameless unless they happen to see this and decide to declare themselves... I can't deal with yet another blog, and I don't have any short fiction at the moment for this one. THought you all...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/rambles_thru_my_mind/515324Chapter l: The Path through the Forest Tall bamboo arches over the trail through a comer of Nagarhole Park. Three figures make their way along in the green light filtering through the dense foliage overhead. Myriad birds and insects formed a rackety, sawing chorus. There is a man, a woman and a...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/rambles_thru_my_mind/515146Prologue The forest is the lair of death. On a windless morning a village crouches nearby, lapped round by a safe zone of treeless fields. But the forest is near. Its tangled chaos of green conceals shrieking peafowl and clever-handed monkeys. Deer, silent as fog, slip between the shadowed stems...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/rambles_thru_my_mind/514950Lucille Every so often I am compelled to tell a story from a part of my past that not everyone can appreciate. I usually begin, "Back when I was a shiftless hippie..." …my lover Richard and I lived in a dreadful single apartment in a huge old building across the street from the Van Ness entrance...