Tracing the night sky circling what, a thousand stars? Five masts in tandem. The Royal Cloud rolls from side to side, fore and aft. Wind, sea, your life force. Continue reading Royal Cloud

Blues, yes, maybe even purples once rushing through veins quiescent. Limes, lemons, oranges persimmons rusts, blacks yes, maybe even purples. Leaves reflecting morning’s sun on last night’s rain scented earth lying amass composting happens. Where only yesterday yes, was it … Continue reading

The Fullerton Flashers flash mobbed Fullerton Day of Music, June 21, 2018. Dancing to “Up Town Funk,” “Happy” and “Foot Loose” we appeared at venues including the Museum Plaza, the Slide Bar, Bourbon Street, Roscoe’s, Wreckless and more. Thanks to … Continue reading

I swat at gnats busily buzzing by noiseless pestering my aura I bat my middlin’ strike out as one succumbs another lazes by endless parade relentless I swat at gnats universally insignificant why me who sics them on me what … Continue reading

George Michael’s lyrics to “Secret Love” come to mind as I watched the ballot bedlam after the closing of a Fullerton precinct June 5th. As a volunteer poll observer for Election Integrity Project California (EIPCa), I stayed after the polls … Continue reading

Give me your huddled masses, carefully screened. Give me your fingerprints, your photo IDs. Rid us of the wretched immigration policy so poor that imports terror onto our shore… Michael Ramirez, Los Angeles Times, November 1, 2001. Now the Los … Continue reading

When was the last time you were kissed by a frog? Lips meeting: at whose level? What were your emotions? Taste, did it taste? Were you pleasured, a tingle up and down your spine? Did you close your eyes, holding … Continue reading When was the last time…

Old bad Bascomb come ridin’ into town lookin’ for Wild Willie, gunfighter renown. He pokes his head in the old saloon, says, “Wild Willie. meet me at noon for a shootout, if you do so dare— the fastest gun’ll live, … Continue reading End of Gunfightin’       by Hank Smith

My first book is a re-creation of Don Quixote as if he was living in Los Angeles in the 1970’s. I had written the chapters in a writing group in Irvine—and then, in my seventies, I joined the Oscher Lifetime … Continue reading Chapter 10. Two Books Published at Eighty-Four

I the world muffled light leaks through the cracks in grays slowly brightening morning mists touched by the sun evaporate dreams, hard fought battles chase and catch evaporate what was caught up in chaos and lost a mystery played out … Continue reading director