Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
- William BlakeBehind the Locked Door
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The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 6
I’m upstairs in my room. I’ve worked at The Frolic for a few months. Earned the respect of the boss and the rest of the staff. It’s late. Micah leaves after cleaning up. No one is here at this hour. I swing down into the restaurant through a trap door I found...
The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 5
I like to sit in the Cellar Bar after my shift and drink a beer. Sometimes it's quiet. Sometimes it's busy. Tonight it's in-between. Big Tony comes in with his girlfriend Darlene. Big Tony has a bushy beard, a head shaped like a pineapple with fat cheeks and...
The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 4
I walk out onto the back deck behind the dishwasher to smoke a joint. At the top of the stairs to the storage room where I stay Rafan prays to Allah. He is prostrate, oblivious. I don't get it but it doesn't bother me. Micah the Buddhist janitor says he prays...
The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 3
A knock on the door wakes him up. Mac climbs out of bed, unlocks the door and opens it. It’s Myrna. “Myrna, I told you …” “I know,” says Myrna. “That’s not why I’m here. Can I come in? I’m not here about us. I’m here about you.” Mac let’s her in and shuts the...
The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 2
Chapter 2. Mendocino is a tourist town. Once it was an artist community and before that an abandoned mill town and before that a flourishing mill town and before that a home for the Pomo Indians for several thousand years. The Pomo are mostly gone, exterminated and...
The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 1
The Frolic Cafe is my story. The Frolic refers to a schooner that was shipwrecked off the Mendocino coast in 1850. Everything else including the Cafe is pure fiction. Fiction means “created, invented and made up,” that is, not real, didn’t actually happen. So,...
Getting Boinged
Inflation is back in the news and for good reason. We are on the brink of testing a well-worn phrase, "inflation is always and everywhere a monetary phenomenon," first coined by Milton Friedman back in the sixties about the time I graduated from high school. As it...
Who’s On First?
My Thoughts at 3 This MorningMy recent experience with the medical system has convinced me that it bears an uncanny resemblance to the famous comedy sketch of Abbott and Costello. The difference is that the comedy sketch is about a game while the medical system is a...
Poem by Think in the Morning: Now
I don’t want to knowWhere we goWhen we die.I just wantTo be alive.To hear theEternal buzz of lifeBe it harmonyOr be it strife.To smell the rainWhether healthyOr in pain.To feel connectedTo the oneOr to the other.To taste the fallWinter springAnd the summer.To see the...
Short Fiction – Friend Me
He was not one to dig up corpses but sometimes they rose from the dead. When he got a “Friend” request from her, his first thought was to delete it but for some reason he left it in his Notifications. It kept coming back up every time he logged on like a bad...
Poem by Think in the Morning: Extra
The moon is happy.There is a willing tide.An owlResponding like grandfatherTo a change in the weatherCrosses the limits of reflectionMoving confidentlyThrough his world of dreams.From where I sitI can see the dustUpon those gathered dreams.It does not brush off...
Short Fiction – Maya
Súbeme paso apasito. Ho quieras pegar brinquitos. From The Lotería, La Escalera (The Ladder) Mutual forgiveness of each viceSuch are the gates of paradise William Blake Female, single, lonely, elderly and rich. It was the...