The Fire God of Mt. Tahlynn

The volcano loomed large over the tiny village nestled in the quiet valley at its base. A thin hint of smoke and ash wafted out of the mouth of its crater, sending a light dusting of grey-white over the landscape before the prevailing winds.

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Grandkids

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Landscapes & Wonderlands

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Gentle Flowers

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An Affair with Bridges

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Chrome Thunder

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The Magic Touch

In a time long ago, when the sun was young and the moon but a hint in history’s dark corridors, a farmer lived high in the mountains in a snug little valley, surrounded by sharp-rising mountains and rushing streams, and green fields blanketed with beautiful flowers that numbered as the stars in the night sky. The farmer came from a long line of farmers, and the land passed down through time from one generation to the next. Along with the land passed the secret of raising grand and beautiful flowers. Continue reading →

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The Velvet Samurai

Nobu Go Den rested quietly on his knees under the branches of an ancient ginkgo tree, his eyelids closed, his mind on the verge of sensing. It was approaching evening, the sixth hour past midday by his reckoning, and the sun had slid behind the western walls of the Golden Torii Shrine, casting a hint of blue-grey over the garden within. A cricket sounded somewhere amidst the stones and low shrubs beside the wall to his left, the anticipation of the coming of eventide. Silence. Peace. Nobu Go Continue reading →

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Introduction: Volume IV ~ (A collection of short-stories written to soothe the savage breast – Mine)

Childhood is a precious and wonder-filled time. Our experience of it was fresh and unfettered by the whims of the mind, and we were able to launch ourselves into the realms of daydreams, make-believe, and fantasy. When I was a child the pace of life, even in the larger cities, was slower then today’s craziness. Where I grew up there were fields and orchards to walk barefoot in, feeling the cool earth between your toes; barbed-wire fences placed there to divide and protect, but which were challenges to climb through hoping you wouldn’t get caught on the upper strand; fields of alfalfa you could run hell-bent through, and once spent fall down in with your face to the cerulean Continue reading →

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The World’s 101 Worst Ant Puns: A Sampler

  1. Back in the ‘60s hippie ants were called Antacids.
  2. Ants who take the law into their own hands are thought of as vigilantes.
  3. Ant teachers are very often pedantic. Not all, but some just are.
  4. Ants with a tendency toward getting into trouble are headed for lives as deviants.
  5. There is an ant child’s game played on four squares and a rubber ball called “Quadrant.” (I know, it’s called Four-Square, but work with me here.)
  6. You can’t just assume that a disheveled, seemingly unemployed and apparently homeless ant is a vagrant. He may just be eccentric.
  7. You could say the ant wasn’t levelheaded because of his political slant.
  8. He had a terrible abusive childhood and it was no surprise the ant grew up to be a miscreant.
  9. The ant manager of the business had such an abusive personality with a total disregard for his employees they felt he was a tyrant.
  10. You knew the ant was from Georgia because he had a southern accent and said he was from Atlanta.
  11. The ant philosopher you have a hard time recalling was named Immanuel Kant.
  12. The old geezer ant never got along with anyone because he was so cantankerous.
  13. Question: What did male ants wear during the early 1700s? Answer: Pantaloons.
  14. When an immature young ant loses his temper we say he had a tantrum and needs a time out.
  15. The Right Reverend Father Ant was the primary celebrant during the high holy week ceremonies.
  16. Question: What is the cook ant’s favorite room in the house? Answer: The pantry.
  17. When Phoebe Ant primped and dressed up in a formal gown she was quite the elegant one.
  18. Everyone liked the TV weather ant and affectionately nicknamed him “Precipitant.”
  19. It’s usual just after an ant is born to refer to her as an infant.
  20. When you speak of “ant boots on the ground” you’re talking about the infantry.
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