Writers Harbor

Author: Francis Meyrick

  • To My Regular Readers (all two of you)

    So WHY scribble? And dream? Perhaps we just vent the soul? Click HERE Serious? Us two? Sure! Always! Got a pickle sandwich…? In regard to some well-meaning writers and other friends of mine, who seem vexed with my indifference to a whole host of things they seem to prize highly… To wit: advertise on my…

  • Of Helicopters and Humans (22) Sounds like a stupid thing to do

      Ah-ah! Do not sneer… It’s way easier to do than you might think… Of Helicopters and Humans Part 22: “Sounds like a stupid thing to do “ With a sigh I left someone dear and floated off into the mist and fog with oars bent for Loyang and Kuangling’s bells and treeline fading this…

  • Of Helicopters and Humans (21) “People who fly in glass helicopters, shouldn’t fly low “

    Of Helicopters and Humans Part 21: “People who fly in glass helicopters, shouldn’t fly low “ This bird of the immortals born for the wind With turquoise lapels and robe of green Regards my feathers as peculiar as I twitter away thinking I can sing (Wei Ying-Wu, Chinese poet, AD 773) A foggy morning in…

  • Of Helicopters and Humans (20) “Ring-around-the Roses, One Time, Darling “

    I love the view from my office… Of Helicopters and Humans Part 20: Ring Around the Roses, One Time, Darling (why bother to fly one time around the platform??) Crew room talk. As opposed to bar room talk. Same passion, without the booze. And without Dotty Lotty, the Bar Maid. The luscious one, with the…

  • Diary 3/6/2014 “The Funky Chicken “

    Diary, March 6, 2014 05.30 am Yippee! I’m still alive. This is fun. And already I’ve lobbed another graffiti-inspired Blob into long-suffering, Blob strewn Cyberspace. This certified aerosol-carrying (as opposed to card-carrying) member of the No-Party has amused himself by picking on one of his favorite targets. Missy Hillary “The Benghazi Bimbo” Clinton. The Liberal…

  • Helping Brother Ambrose (Part 2)

    The awesome, trendy, indubitably sexy, Morris Minor Helping Brother Ambrose (Part 2) So there he went, this lanky, six foot two, black leather jacketed, goggle wearing, mean, tough, real biker Hell’s Angel dude. Tottering along. Slightly unsteadily. On a Honda Fifty. It was a source of pride to me. And I felt almost emotional. A…

  • Helping Brother Ambrose (Part 1)

    Helping Brother Ambrose (Part 1) I have often meant well in my little life, but with the unfortunate subtlety of a left handed meat cleaver. I used to always have these lofty, noble ambitions, that I should pursue Wisdom and Enlightenment, and spread Good Cheer and Good Will to all mankind. Be nice to all…

  • Graffiti Art – Is this a good Career Choice?

    Him? Don’t mind him… He wants to be a chopper pilot! Graffiti Art: Is this really a good career choice? For what it’s worth, probably not-a-lot, I have dropped comments and blobs and the odd bomb all over the Internet. Luckily, the Internet being the size it is (although a tiny insignificant fraction of a…

  • Red Dust (2) “In the Shadow of the Turtle, Meditation “

    Red Dust Part 2: In the Shadow of the Turtle, Meditation. On that same Angola beach, where I watched the ripples roll in, and die, smoothly, on their very last stage of their Long March, there were mounds of sand. Turtle nests. Former… turtle nests. With an air of decay, and emptiness, and futility hanging…

  • Red Dust (1): If you need a Teacher

    Red Dust : If you need a teacher It is a few days afterwards. The rain has eased off, but it is still blowing hard up here. The plucky “Little Bird that flew off Slea Head” is around, somewhere. I wonder about him. And the story I wrote out about him. Already, it seems, chiseled…