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dismantling safety…

Thoughts of a poet I follow.
He captures in a brief piece what the world needs.

Read Between the Minds

whatever god’s yours
i ask that your prayer is
god save the people

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May 24, 2017 at 8:46 pm 1 comment

Adjusting To Old Fashioned Sundays

Sherrie's Scriptorium

Around here just about everything is closed on Sundays. I remember everything being closed on Sundays when I was a kid. I think this is a good thing. Having one day a week to focus on what is important in life, revisit your spiritual beliefs, visiting with friends, neighbors and family, or just relaxing seems to be almost a thing of the past.

Not here. It has taken some time to get used to the idea that if I want to run to the store for something, then I have to plan on driving further and it taking longer. And I will have to deal with the traffic and all the other shoppers rushing to get things done before the day is done.

Around here the Amish celebrate Sundays with church and visiting. So driving around is slower. More buggies to pass. Lots more.

But you know what? It’s really…

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January 30, 2017 at 9:48 pm Leave a comment

What Hope Looks Like

I’m sure the is just the beginning of more people ever before taking a stand for what the feel is right.

When Life Hands You Lemons...

Do you know those events that reaffirm your hope and trust in people? Those times where you think you should give up and move on, but something or someone inspires you to keep going? Those people who shake up your perspective and urge you to move forward?

I had the privilege to witness and be a part of one of those moments. I had the joy of attending the Women’s March in New York.

I have to admit, prior to going, a tiny voice in the back of my head shouted “what if it’s not as good as you think it’ll be? What if no one really shows up?”

To that tiny voice in the back of my head: how wrong you were.

Trains both to and from New York were packed with pink hats and signs. There was cheering on my train when we arrived at Grand Central. Walking into…

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January 28, 2017 at 8:30 pm Leave a comment


I should have posted this piece on Halloween night, but better late than never.  I feel this small piece of horror history needs to be shared.

As a writer of horror, I look to the roots of my addition.  The source which first opened the world of horror to me has just died at the age of 98.  At least they think he died.

He was one of the elements which first opened the world of horror to me.  He was Zacherly, the host of a late-night Saturday show centered on classic horror movies.  If you didn’t live in the Philadelphia, New Jersey, the New York area, you probably have never heard of him.

Born John Zacherle in 1918, he provided all the original classic horror movies.  Frankenstein, Dracula, The Mummy and the Invisible Man among others.  If the movie he was showing was not a classic, but a cheesy effort, he would interrupt the film to make comments or insert his image into the film.

During breaks he would camp it up standing in the coffin of his wife, stake pierced.  Also, he would talk to Gasport, a potato sack containing who knows what hanging on the wall.  Only Zacherly could understand what this sack said, which I found out from Zacherle’s obituary was his son.  Go figure.

Another activity, often perused by this ghoulish host, was brain surgery.  The brains looking very much like cauliflower.  I hesitate to speculate who these brains belonged to, but it is tempting.

I was a teenager when this was all happening.  Offered by Zacherly was a passport to Transylvania.  Of course I sent away for one.  With a bright red cover, it was a cherished possession.  It was lost before I had a chance to use it.

A legend is gone.  I hope he lives on in reruns, or that murky world where horror meets reality.



November 1, 2016 at 9:54 pm Leave a comment


For those rare individuals following this blog (actually, they are not rare as opposed to not vocal) I know I have been off purpose for some time, but the world is so fucked up I had to voice my opinion.  Will that stop, you can bet your ass it won’t.  While on this detour, I have been writing, submitting and been rejected. Some of the rejections were good with constructive comments on my work.

But now I am venturing into unknown territory, picture books. After picking yourself off the floor, and are assured there has not been some shift in the earth’s orbit effecting of its inhabitants, (that might be a story), this is serious stuff.

The work is Dragon Eggs, a cross between Dr. Sues and Roald Dahl. I cannot share it with you, although I wish I could, for once work appears online some publishers won’t touch it. Therefore, this piece must wait for acceptance. As we all know, that could be centuries, but I’m a patent guy.

Here are my initial thoughts on how a dragon appears, subject to change.

First size, huge, its eye is beyond the size of a standard window. The color of the mother is a mottled green and blue. The babe is blue. When fully mature, the dragons are green. This indicates that the mother is young.

The dragon’s babies and adults have huge membranous wings capable of flight. When not being used, the wings are tucked down on their back. The wings are a deep red.

The adults somewhat resemble a T Rex, but the front legs are longer and the snout is more pointed than the famous dinosaur ending with a blunt snout. Upon both opening the mouth, both adults and babes have menacing sharp teeth. And when the adult opens its mouth, there is an occasional puff of smoke.


That’s it. Tell me what you think. And for those who have seen dragons, tell me if I am close.



July 23, 2016 at 11:09 pm 2 comments


I am heterosexual.

There, is said it.

Can I get some media coverage?  I’m a little know writer in need of some.


Okay, I’m old (68), and perhaps uniformed as I should be with the current media, entertainment.  Yet I try to follow the news and I see a constant revelation of persons, I guess in the public eye although their name provides no recognition (old age) coming out as being homosexual and making the news.  This certainly increases their media exposure.  So I thought I’d give it a try.  I’m walking out of the heterosexual closet.  


May 6, 2016 at 8:26 pm 4 comments


I deplore the destruction of history, something that focuses its madness.  But they are not alone in this demonstration of stupidity.  Didn’t British soldiers, during World War I, use the Sphinx for target practice with their cannon?

No culture had a premium on stupidity; not any nationality, religion or purpose.


April 7, 2016 at 9:22 pm 1 comment

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