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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Poem by Think in the Morning: The Old Sea Gull Cellar Bar

Poem by Think in the Morning: The Old Sea Gull Cellar Bar

 The genius of the original Sea Gull Cellar Bar,The one before the fire,Was that when in positionThe bartender could hear the front doorBut not see itAnd those who enteredInto the dark interiorHad to wait for their eyes to adjustBefore they could find their wayThrough...

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Poem by Think in the Morning: Three Deer

Poem by Think in the Morning: Three Deer

 Three deer eat in the mowed meadowTasting the flavor of gasoline and grass.I see them out of the glass windowAnd watch the wind furl their coats.They eat hungrily.The gasoline will kill them eventually.We have come by the way of the winding highwayStopped by...

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Short Fiction – Jamaica

Short Fiction – Jamaica

 FOX news blared on the TV. "That's how you handle those people," said Max.  "Crack their skulls!  They oughta send in the military to beat the fuck out of those ANTIFA bastards.  Just shoot'em." "That's a little extreme Max.  I agree the looting and destruction of...

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Poem by Think in the Morning: Two Poems

Poem by Think in the Morning: Two Poems

 Night and Day Oh Forest WoodYou block the sunAnd now the timeFor play is done.The mushroomed meadow, the needled rugLie in silenceThe worm, the root, the beaded dewWait in darkness.So quickly comes the dusk,The orange muddled night break,Privileged witness to the...

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Poem By Think In The Morning:  Nothing

Poem By Think In The Morning: Nothing

 I know that you areStanding thereIn your roomThinking how beautifulLife isBelieving that you canControl yourselfThat you can exist on a dietOf water and air.You are happy to be aloneLonely, but happy.It is inevitableThat you will remember ParisThat you will feel the...

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Short Fiction – Ribeauville

Short Fiction – Ribeauville

 ICarl sat down to read the letter in the town square.  Tears rolled down his eyes.  He was surprised at how he felt the same inferiority and differentness as when he had been a student all those years ago.  He fell into the past and relived the memories. While the...

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Poem by Think in the Morning: On The Fourth Of July 2021

Poem by Think in the Morning: On The Fourth Of July 2021

   On The Fourth of July 2021(Inspired by William Blake, Auguries of Innocence) The silent journey of fish upstreamEmbarks the infant on his dream. Those whose love the trumpets singAre those who have no such thing. A love that suffers through the blightOutlasts the...

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Short Fiction – The Inheritance

Short Fiction – The Inheritance

 The Little Boy Lostby William Blake Father, father, where are you going       O do not walk so fast.Speak father, speak to your little boy       Or else I shall be lost, The night was dark no father was there       The child was wet with dew.The mire was deep, &...

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Come Let Us Reason Together

Come Let Us Reason Together

 The biblical phrase "come let us reason together" (Isaiah 1:18), one of President Lyndon Johnson's favorites, has been effectively replaced today with Bah Humbug!  Reason is now obstruction, invective has replaced debate.  Stalemate becomes the tactic because "where...

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Living With The Lowly Tanoak

Living With The Lowly Tanoak

 “Improvement makes straight roads; but the crooked roads without Improvement are the roads of genius.” William Blake The lowly tanoak even when dying or dead elevates my mood.  Literature is replete with the trope of the frightening forest.  For example, Dante lost...

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