Writers Harbor

Category: Auto-biographical

  • A Blip on the Radar (39) “I could have been a Librarian “

    Forgetting to undo one tie-down… the one millionth pilot to make this same old mistake A Blip on the Radar Part 39: I could have been a Librarian There was a period of time in Oz and New Zealand, when, if I understand correctly, Federal student loan programs were very readily available for those wishing…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Reading MTM?…Shhhhh! Keep it quiet at the bar!

    “I’m the King of the Castle! Heh-heh-heh!” Reading MTM? Shhhh… Keep it quiet at the bar! “Ha-Ha! We are funny creatures, you and I, are we not?”, spoke the old Penguin pleasantly. But the Dromedary was not amused. “What do you mean, you stupid, fat Penguin? I am a most perfect creature! I have four…

  • MTM – An Alternative Introduction- “An Ancient Chinese Poet “

    (This is a cymbal of wot I am trying to say) MTM – An Alternative Introduction An Ancient Chinese Poet I reached Cold Mountain and all cares stopped no idle thoughts remained in my head nothing to do I write poems on rocks and trust the current like an unmoored boat Han Shan, 8th century…

  • These claws unkind, inside my mind

    THESE CLAWS UNKIND, INSIDE MY MIND Too much to bear Thoughts everywhere The flash and clack The cyber whack these claws unkind Inside my mind. Sometimes I wish For a simple dish Just wander and read And only heed the quiet whirring of thoughts stirring. It would perhaps Be a total collapse Of my rickety…

  • Manifesto – I see the World

    MANIFESTO – I SEE THE WORLD (italics/underscore denotes clickable hyperlinks) I see the world. I am the Silent Warrior. I see it, unflinchingly, albeit through simple eyes. No Einstein, me. No Charles Dickens, either. Just little moi, the scribbler. A streak of Mischief. With pronounced Anarchistic, Anti-Authoritarian instincts. Floater me. He who likes to laugh.…