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...

Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.

- William Blake

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Short Fiction – Don’t Explain It Away

Short Fiction – Don’t Explain It Away

 The locals say strange things happen when the fog comes out.  The line between reality and unreality is blurred. John and Blake sat on the deck sipping bourbon out of plastic cups.  The fog rolled in eclipsing the sun. “I’m working on a new book,” said Blake.  “I...

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Poem by Think in the Morning: How To Be Happy

Poem by Think in the Morning: How To Be Happy

 Risk failure to succeed. Risk looking stupid to be smart. Risk trying to acquire skills. Risk personal embarrassment to win praise. Risk making mistakes to avoid mistakes. Risk offending people to help people. Risk having your feelings hurt to be...

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Poem by Think in The Morning:  Silly Restaurant Poem

Poem by Think in The Morning: Silly Restaurant Poem

 Parrot in a halterTop the restaurant rooting parlorPicks and promenadesBefore the waiterWaiting, watchingAutomatic pumpPot, pan, plateIntravenous pyrogenic pulsing,Pounding, energeticStomach filling shakeHalter freeingBeing not afraid to takeFalterFeel,...

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Poem by Think in the Morning: The Prisoner and the Fish

Poem by Think in the Morning: The Prisoner and the Fish

 Manacled, distraughtThe Prisoner soughtRelief in the sea.He ate hungrily.The FishQueried, decried“Why do you eat the sea?”“Hunger,” the Prisoner replied.“Are you satisfied?”“No, too salty and thin.” The Prisoner’s arms withered.The iron cuffs dropped.Fins replaced...

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Blog Post Index

Blog Post Index

[Click on BLUE links to access the blog post from the list]Napkin Art Gallery LINKThink in the Morning now has over 447 posts.  Given that we started in March of 2016, this amounts to nearly 2 posts per week.  It’s getting a little unwieldy.  We think many of our old...

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Poem By Think in the Morning: Blakes’s Songs

Poem By Think in the Morning: Blakes’s Songs

 I remember poetryLike it used to be,Written by a handAny child could understand.Words that don’t playBut mean what they say. What there is aboutReflects the eye without.The inner eye doth seeLocked in memoryThe ancient imagesOn all the pages. Buried in the light of...

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Poem by Think in the Morning: Lament

Poem by Think in the Morning: Lament

 Whispers of art speed me through the corridorsWhere ghosts recount ethereal truths and fascinations.Behind so many open doorsThe work of untold imaginations. Library, gallery, curtainThe Ship of TheseusPoe, Wilde, Fitzgerald, BergmanArt can be quite specious. Down...

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Poem by Think in the Morning: What Can We Know

Poem by Think in the Morning: What Can We Know

[Mark Eanes Studio] There is no reasonUnless the reasonWe discoverIncrementally. In the dust,Out of it,Like everything livingWe leave our mark. We growToward the light,Toward the sun,Energy seeking the highest level. We are the only ones to questionThe pull of...

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Poem by Think in the Morning: Red in Tooth and Claw

Poem by Think in the Morning: Red in Tooth and Claw

 Tennyson won’t mindIf I steal his words.So many others have done it already.But he won’t appreciateMy conclusion thatThere are no happy endings.Our inner demons ultimatelyBeat out the better angels of our natureOr so I think.Where does my pessimism come...

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Poem by Think in the Morning: If Stones Could Speak

Poem by Think in the Morning: If Stones Could Speak

  If stones could speak The asteroids would say In their squeaky voices “Look out!” The moon would drawl John Wayne style as it sauntered along. Mountains would bellow like bears, Hills hiccup. The buttes, crags and mesas would echo Words of comfort to the...

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