Tag Archives: Humor

PEACE PERFECT PEACE

Election fights at last are o’er and all is now quiet in the towns and across the meadows. Media waves no longer insult the air and placards have gone off the streets. No longer need to call our rivals liars … Continue reading

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MY LIFE AS A CUSHION

Sometimes I think events in my short life, which began full of promise, have almost knocked the stuffing out of me. I say full of promise because Sally made me in her workshop from the very best materials, and since … Continue reading

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The F Word

A VICTORIAN MELODRAMA When Freddie Fanackerpan, a freckled, florid fellow from Fairfield, Florida, was forced to face the fact he was fifty-five on the fourth of February, he reflected how fortunate he fared to feel favored by a far-flung family … Continue reading

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#ME TOO – PLEASE!

I’m wholeheartedly in support of the current upsurge by women in their declaration for the right for equal pay and for freedom from sexual pestering or pressure. At the same time, in a light-hearted way, I foresee some developments down … Continue reading

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THE FUTURE a stream of consciousness essay

The future is like the end of the rainbow; you never catch up with it — it’s always just beyond one’s reach. One’s reach is a distance that people in ancient times sought to quantify, for trade and construction purposes. … Continue reading

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Returning from convalescence….

IF WALLS HAD EARS The sound of voices coming from his restaurant downstairs awakened Harry Benson at midnight. He tiptoed down the stairs and through the kitchen to the dining room. The voices seemed to originate from a sizeable gathering … Continue reading

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NIGHT VISIONS

NIGHT VISIONS By Diana Sigler   It’s two in the morning–dark, deadly quiet. My back is hurting. I cannot sleep… and the night visions begin.   During the bright busy day these visions shrink into some corner of my mind, … Continue reading

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