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Weekly Contest #363
“It snowed…it snowed…it SNOWED…it S…N…O…W…E…D.” My brother Timmy woke me out of a sound sleep with his wild whoops and a joyous weather report composed of just two words: “It SNOWED.” It didn’t take but a few seconds for the importance of his announcement to sink into my slowly waking brain. It had SNOWED. No school! I leapt out of bed and threw the curtains back on my bedroom window to view a wondrous winter wonderland of snow-covered cars, streets, trees, and yards in the neighborhood. My heart was literally bursting with joy because there...
Weekly Contest #362
When I was little I had to eat my vegetables. Back in those days a kid didn’t have any say about when or what or how much a kid ate at dinnertime. A kid had to eat EVERYTHING that was heaped onto the plate. I do mean EVERYTHING, too. A kid better not leave one little sprout, sprig, or stalk in sight or that kid wasn’t leaving the dinner table to go romp around and play outside on a summer night. No way. A kid had to eat EVERYTHING. And EVERYTHING might include artichokes, broccoli, cauliflower, dandelion greens, egg plant, fried tomatoes, ...
Weekly Contest #354
The splendor, the radiance, the continuum of color, convex, and constellationism. What a world, what a world, what a world of beauty. I was a crippled saint who had sat upon my lawn to paint the colors of the day. Now, the lawn rippled below me in vibrant green waves, but my umwelt spiraled far away from the solid ground, floating in a Van Gogh-esque stellar geography. It was 1972 somewhere. My favorite line from my favorite song suddenly was penned in icy blue letters on a white light canvass. “All the science, I don’t understandIt’s just ...
Weekly Contest #342
Part One Did you ever hurt someone’s feelings but it took a REALLY long time before you made amends? Sure, there are some time-tested sayings to assuage one’s regret and guilt. “Better late than never.” “All’s well that ends well.” “It actually wasn’t my fault, so cut me a break.” Ooops…scratch that last one. Anyway, I did hurt someone’s feelings a very long time ago, but I finally made restitution over sixty years later. Better late than never…but it actually WASN’T my fault, so cut me a break. Here’s the story. My sister Molly and I were k...
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