Uncle Vinson was staring off at the setting sun, watching slow moving clouds run their shadows over the green and brown hillside. He was pulling on his pipe, with a bit of smoke and smell spreading outward. I knew if I got too close my eyes would water. I also knew full well, he did … Continue reading Jealous of the Rich Man?
Author: ramblingsfromanunpavedmind
I embrace an eclectic life, tastes, and friends. I love to listen to people - to induce talking about their past. Sometimes, their voices end up in my writing. For grammar perfectionists, allow me to apologize in advance, as I write for the casual reader, not the professional readers. My passions include my family, music, working in electronics, mechanics, stone, and concrete. Better to know a little bit about everything than everything about one thing. Quote from Pascal.
Someone with Me
That northern howl was blustering through the pine trees, over the Snake River causing white topping in the already aggravated flow. Colby was seated, just like me, on an escarpment, looking down on the violence, hearing the waters trying to punish the rocks, while the windswept our hair and our clothes back and forth. The … Continue reading Someone with Me
God, Can I have Another?
I want the smiles, the laughter, the births of the young one, the music that makes me smile and dance like a madman, the chocolate ice cream dripping onto my shirt, the puppies playing with my shadows chasing their tails while I can only watch and laugh, and someone says nice things about my smiles, … Continue reading God, Can I have Another?
A Case of Purposeful Computer Sabotage
My computer career began in 1973, and my first computer was a vacuum tube model from the 1950s. (US Army) Years later after obtaining a degree in computer software and hardware, I went to work for a quality electronics company, repairing it's version of solid state computers. Along that job path, I found computers failed … Continue reading A Case of Purposeful Computer Sabotage
Soaring Souls
The northwest winds flute through the pines, a tune singing to the ear, while fir tree limbs sway to and fro in the night, waving to the moon. A sensitive eye would see newly tried wings, testing the breeze, feeling the dance of the branch. Frothy cloud tendrils sweep by, behind and above, hiding moon … Continue reading Soaring Souls
A Future of Respect
To The Future! To friends and family, lets set a new standard. RESPECT GIVEN will equal RESPECT RECEIVED. LOUDER does not make RIGHTER! Louder just upsets stomachs. Louder will get you lonely just before you die! Louder will just mean you are turned off sooner as if you are Tadpole Jelly. Grasping for that long … Continue reading A Future of Respect
Toasting to a Better Time
To that better time, when smiling was because you were happy to see a friend, and tomorrow was so long away. To a simpler time, when your friends were just as giddy and silly as you were. To a more peaceful time, when you really did not know there were so many bad people in … Continue reading Toasting to a Better Time
Wasted Breathing
Just the facts madame. If you could count your breaths from living to dead, would you not count them while you make them mean something? My number dwindles, yet I say, love your loves without fear, hate the bullies and liars like they are scum or pig shit between your toes, pet those grandbabies and … Continue reading Wasted Breathing
Sleep Phantom Swing
Ah, yes, 3:53AM again; the red block letters holds my eyes. Give me peace of sleep, please, my soul yearns for nothingness, or wonderous dreams. Now, 3:54AM, so sure is the wretched clock, no peace for my heart. Yesteryear, dredge the lost feeling of hands on chains, wind rushing first fro, then rear, swinging, the … Continue reading Sleep Phantom Swing
In Spite of Me
I do hope the truth of my life is what I see in the mirror, without good light, without a polish, every day another wrinkle, every day another regret, but all mine. My mirror I tell, "I stole from no one. All I am, all my bad turns, were all me!" My naked truth, my … Continue reading In Spite of Me
