Monthly Archives: August 2017

The Art of Creation

The Art of Creation (Randyjw; August 30, 2017)


The author raises his writing hand

flexgel poised, as if in thought

“What comes next,” he mutters;

“And is it parenthetical to the plot?”


The artist reviews the spaces

of the blank canvas he fills at-will

pondering with deep concentration

the emotional voids he’ll attempt to fill


The old scribe just recopies the story

he’s written many times before

His smile at the formulaic equation

has him beaming when he reads it once more


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DC Al Fine

DC Al Fine (Randyjw; August 27, 2017)


When the chapters of our lives

reach their final end

the greatest love story written

will have finally been


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Balance (Randyjw; August 27, 2017)


The universe has a way

to carefully balance

what Man

tosses away




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In Memoriam To Miss Pink Hair

In Memoriam To Miss Pink Hair (Randyjw; August 27, 2017)


Hypocritical it would seem

to sing your praises

and pass them on

When the same stood by

and denied you your song

that your soft voice was singing

all along

Too late — I’m sorry.



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Kitten Update


Kitten Update (Randyjw; August 26, 2017)


Being rooted to a small, fixed area without transportation makes homelessness a recipe for criminality. By virtue of having no place to go, one is subject to charges of loitering or trespass due to the lack of available places where one can legitimately hang out for hours on end. The library was too far to walk to on a daily basis, but I just discovered a great park not too far away with some fantastic amenities, including a small lake and some sporting facilities. I took a couple of photos of some interesting-looking fowl, but the water was too muddy to capture the little turtles and a few fish I happened to notice below the surface.

On the walk “homeward”, I was caught in a deluge of pouring rain, again. Yuck. My clothes don’t have time to dry between downpours, so they’re developing a moldy smell. My physical being is also developing some of the many problems of this institutional and homeless-based life — no elaborations on this, just yet, if at all.


A woman who peruses the shelter was just arrested and spent a night in jail. She then spent the following night in the hospital, the situation having brought on, as she relates it, a case of asthma.


I do have some good news, though. My application for free bus passes was approved, and I’ve now received my first one, which I’ve put to use going to the library. This is great, ‘cuz soon I will be able to visit a clinic to attend to this tumor-thing, which seems to have grown bigger and deeper, in the interim while waiting. Hooray!


I passed by my old residence, and my feral lovebug, sweetpea kitty-cat came out to greet me when I called. She felt really smooth and soft; I’m not sure whether it’s from the rainwater, or if someone bathed her (yeah… good luck with that. Last time I tried that, my shirt and body wound up with several additional puncture holes that hadn’t been there, before…).

Well, that’s the latest in homeless news on my end, and in my life. I’m waiting on the bench for the library to open in a few hours — the same bench where I almost got a ticket for (appearing to be) sleeping (I was really lying on my side using the phone to look at WordPress, etc.) on a public bench. I’d really like to do it again, I’m so uncomfortable…


I guess I’ll try to continue combing the knots out of my waist-length, cavewoman hair, after this post. Bugga, Bugga.


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Exquisite (Randyjw; August 16, 2017)


Cloud cover

could never diminish

what’s perfectly made

from start to finish

The shine still sheens

through the windy bluster

For close-up scenes

show another luster


(P.S. — Zoom-in on the stamen to see the delicate purple coloring; they’re so exquisitely made)


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Love (Five)

Love (Five) (Randyjw; August 9, 2017)


Silent nuances in the recesses of my heart

whispered words said alone in the dark

for not in vain were these feelings fraught

nor script to follow through which it aught

by doleful sigh be brought to naught

the hidden treasure never bought


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Butterfly (Randyjw; August 7, 2017)


Some things

as elusive as the butterfly

were never meant to be captured

but, instead given wings

Some tears

that find their way to a fall

are expressions of happiness

not of sadness, at all

Some smiles

can paper over halves that should be whole

My butterfly net

is full of holes

but I hope to catch one, yet



[September 23, 2019: The original video I selected from YouTube for this poem has since become unavailable. I substitute a different one, here, instead]:



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Certain Only Of Uncertainty

Certain Only Of Uncertainty (Randyjw; August 5, 2017)


If the road to h***

so long ago

was paved

with good intent

then each piece

my heart

were pavers

each fork

in roads

that bent

They were set

on stones of offer

for those who’d

walk its road

tho’ where the

others wavered

the paths

once past


the present

predicts no future

It only knows

past and now

if you only knew

and had a clue

then it would

let you know



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Randy’s Reviews: Firefly Lane by Kristin Hannah


Randy’s Reviews: Firefly Lane by Kristin Hannah (Randyjw; August 3, 2017


FIREFLY LANE. Copyright 2008 by Kristin Hannah. St. Martin’s Griffin; St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, New York, 10010.


Firefly Lane is a fictionalized account of female friendship, which could deftly stand-in for the bonds formed in our own lives. Kristin Hannah relates a sisterhood which would be familiar to many women, as they read along through the decades of Tully Hart’s and Kate Mularkey’s interactions and emotions.


The two girls meet at age fourteen in the decade of the nineteen-seventies, becoming fast friends despite drastically different expressive styles. Their upbringing is also at opposite poles, inspiring “grass-is-greener” envy by both girls for the other’s lifestyle.


They swear fealty forever in friendship, and form a pact to follow the same career together, but maturation and life events effect reconsideration and change in later plans. The inner roiling of the girls’ thoughts as they deal with these repercussions and their impact on their relationship elicits sympathies of the reader on many levels. It did the same for me, as well, as I thought back on the same kind of situations and, even, actual details, which reminded me of female friendships shared with my own best friends.


Given these coincidences, the book really resonates with me. Based on the fact that it made a bestseller’s list, it apparently held appeal for many others, too. I did think the material-culture references too overdrawn, but also often nodded in appreciation of their nostalgic mention.


I’m afraid to encounter the seemingly wistful conclusions alluded to in other reviews, as I’ve not yet reached the end. I’m rooting for these fast, forever-friends to pull through.


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