Random Scribbles · The Blog Propellant · writing




I had a bajillion friends, till

It slowly came to light that

My friends were all broken

I cast them aside one by one and

Vowed to find new friends

Friends without flaws

Or cracks

Unbroken friends

Friends who were worthy

Unpugnacious friends

Friends lacking relentless bellicosity

Friends who do not play accordions

Or banjos

Friends who are not always flat broke, busted, looking to borrow money

I have a dog around here somewhere


The Self-Written Poetry is on the Left

Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge

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Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge: O’ Poets of the Virtual Refrigerator

Today, I took out words that didn’t fit.
I slid them to the right a bit.

Those that remained moved about, on their own volition.
While I napped!


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There’s Always an Excuse or an Explanation!

Cubing the Stories #5







I haven’t been writing a lot lately. My agent called, reminding me of an upcoming show in London. It was dark when she called, but moonlight glinted on the shards of glass that lay amongst the flowers, beneath the broken bulb.

One of those numchuck kids had rolled by, wreaking havoc. The one who lives down with his mama in the double wide you passed, when you came in.

I’ve been working on some new pieces for the show.

The kiln is firing now. It’s “Africa Hot” in that kiln.

90 words and maybe 5 cubes, if you stretch it just a bit!

Too much fun. Gracias, April.


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TBP’s On-line Writer’s Guild #22 – Dad

  1. It was nothing more than a rusty old nail
  2. But he didn’t really believe in them
  3. I’m younger now

I sat across the table from Dad. We were talking about what the Doctor had said.

“Dr. Domenicalli wants you to slow down a little bit, Dad.” I thought I would try this argument, but didn’t expect it to do much good. Dad never really believed in doctor’s anyway.

“Yeah, well screw that. I’ve never had so much fun. What does he know? Just a quack.”

“He’s worried about you, Dad. Hell, we’re all worried about you. Jeeze you went to  a free concert and saw Guns and Roses at the Boardwalk last weekend. You’re almost 96 years old. What do you know for Guns and Roses?”

“I know a lot now. I know that they used to be famous. I know one of them is named Axl, and one is  named Slash, I never knew anybody named Slash before. I took Carrie to that concert too. Afterwards we went and got matching tattoos. Did I show you?”

Dad stood up and started to undo his belt and turn around.

“That’s OK, Dad. I don’t think I want to see your new tattoo… Wait a minute, did you say you and Miss Loudermilk got matching tattoos?”

“Yeah.” He grinned impishly, “I let her watch me get mine and she let me watch while she got hers.”

I held up my hand, “Too much information, Dad. I don’t think I really want to hear this story.”

“Aww, fer Christ’s sake, Richie, I just watched her get a tattoo. Nothin’ happened. Remember, I’m almost 96 years old. And Carrie’s a month older than I am. I mean – I’m younger now, with my lifestyle and all, but I’m still pretty damn old. I enjoyed watching; but there wasn’t much either of us could do about it. Next weekend me and Carrie are going out to see The Burning Man with some people we met at the concert. We’re gonna turn on and tune out. We might be gone for a few days, maybe a week or more. Make sure you water my plants for me. Will ya?”

“Dad, you don’t have any houseplants.”

“Oh yes I do, Richie. Carrie’s teaching me to grow pot. She had some legacy seeds that she gave me. She said they produced Panama Red and it was some good shit. I can’t believe I forgot to tell you about that. They gotta be this high by now.” He held his hands out, one about 12 or 14 inches above the other.

“Dad!” I started.

“Don’t worry, Richie. I’ll share some with you. I’m no Bogart.”

I stood up and turned towards the refrigerator.

“Can you bring me a beer, Richie?” Dad asked.

“It’s only ten o’clock in the morning, Dad.”

“Yeah, but it’s five o’clock somewhere. Make it a Guinness would ya?”

27 minutes – 27



The naked, red skinned, guard spun his trident and twitched his pointed tail. He leered at the batch of uncomfortable newcomers.

“Look around yourselves; see where you are? There’s fire and brimstone everywhere. Why do you think it’s hot?”


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Nothin’ to Prove

Daily Prompt; Drive

Marie had nothin’ to prove;
she was a wheel-man, and a made man,
ever since that Boston job in oh eight.

She could fit a six foot wide car
through a four foot gap,
without scratchin’ the paint

She lived upstate, in a big house outside town
with a long curved drive, ‘least a quarter mile
from the front gate to the front door.

When she raced –

she’d always wait for you at the finish line
smilin’ and leanin’ against her ride with the
motor tickin’ as it cooled down

Last night a drunk ran the red
at Grand and 17th
She didn’t deserve that.


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He Got Lucky This Time


Chester studied the board for awhile then he looked up at the kid. The kid was watching the skateboarders across the park. Chester could tell that the kid would rather be over on that half pipe than here at the chess boards. He figured he should probably make short work of this kid so that he could skedaddle; do him a favour and let him get over with his friends doing ollies, and wheelies, and whatever other tricks the skaters were doing over there.

Yeah, he would cut the kid some slack. Beat him quickly. Chester moved his Queen’s rook forward. He figured he could beat the kid with four more moves. He slapped his timer.


He reached for his pipe thinking to get a smoke in.

The kid casually looked down at the board, moved a bishop three spaces on the diagonal, “Check,” the kid said and hit his timer. A passing girl caught his attention and he watched her, turning his head as she walked by.


“Jesus, Kid,” Chester said as he shook out the match, “I didn’t even get my pipe lit.” He studied what the kid had done. There was no problem. Moving a pawn forward one space would block that bishop from getting his king. Might take a few more moves to beat the kid now though.


The kid didn’t even look at the board. He was still watching the girl walk away. Grabbing blindly he picked up his queen’s knight. He tore his eyes from the girl and placed the knight on the board, the only place it could go. He turned his head back to where the girl had vanished around a curve in the path and then looked back at Chester.

“Checkmate,” the kid said, “Good game Mr. Wharton. Hey, I gotta go. He stood up and dropped his skateboard on the asphalt pathway, immediately pushing in the direction of the vanished girl.

“Will you be here next weekend?” Chester yelled after him.

“I’ll see you then, Mr. Wharton, we can have a rematch,” and he was gone.

“That kid got lucky again,” Chester Wharton thought to himself, “that’s one lucky kid! I’ll get him next week though.”


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Daily Prompt; Unpredictable

Daily Prompt; Unpredictable

A Trifecta of Unpredictability – You might already know some of these, but you should read them again anyway. Indulge me!


There used to be a pub in London named The Fox and Firkin. It was south of the river, Elephant and Castle way. It was an entertaining and unpredictable place to have a pint. I don’t know if it is still there.

I once saw a man there who was out with his girlfriend and another couple. He climbed atop a table and pulled his trousers down around his knees. He took that opportunity to recite a poem, in a loud voice, which I believe he had written special for the occasion. When he had everyone’s attention he addressed his girl. I believe that he forgot he was standing naked on a table in a crowded pub. I believe that he saw only her. He chose that moment to poetically declare his undying love for her and to ask for her hand in marriage.

She chose that moment to turn bright red and cover her mouth with her hands while she stared at her young man in disbelief. She accepted the proposal though and I would like to think that they are still living in eternal wedded bliss somewhere in the city, but I don’t know that for sure.


There used to be a bank in Kansas City, Kansas called The Bank of Kansas, not to be confused with The Bank of Kansas City. Who can predict a bank robbery? The lobby was crowded when a masked man burst through the front door, gun in hand. A guard lunged for him and pulled off his mask; they paused and stared at one another. The robber promptly shot the guard when he realized that he could be identified. Shot him dead. He carefully picked up the mask and replaced it on his face.

“Did anyone else see my face?” he asked as he swept his handgun over the crowd. Everyone stared at the floor in silence. A bowed frail old man finally spoke up. He looked like he had been battling life forever and life was slowly beating him down.

He said, “I think my wife might have gotten a good look at you.”


On April 10, 1982 the Los Angeles Kings were embroiled in a playoff battle against the Edmonton Oilers. It was in the days of the Triple Crown line. It was the third game in a best-of-five series that wound up going all five games. Unpredictably the Kings completed the greatest comeback in history, going from a 5-0 deficit at the beginning of the third period only to win the game 6-5 in overtime. The Kings tied the game 5-5 with no more than 5 seconds remaining in regulation, sending the game into overtime.

About two and a half minutes into that extra period, the Kings scored and won the game. They defeated Edmonton in the series that year and advanced to the second round. It was a great day for hockey fans everywhere, except maybe in Edmonton.