“Sound Evokes Smell of Cordite” Tanka 511

Stark, cool, cloudless sky,

air med-evac’s whomp-whomp-whomp

just over tree-tops…

 

For a moment, medulla

sends me: Fright! Flight! Fight!*

 

*(Little did I know until hours later Sanford us sundered about school-start time with serial shooting from apparently one longtime bad actor who allegedly killed a girlfriend and critically wounded her two children and shot some others.  I was writin’ and readin’ and had just finished watering by hand some transplants and planning the day as I awaited my brother and sister-in-law to go out in the field for Gopher Tortoise location work.  The several-incident gunplay took place just blocks away from our old family home and was about a half-mile from the office and my garden where I sat unawares.  Such a sad commentary that the gunfire was so commonplace: but it took the thwocking sounds of a helicopter emergency medevac flight going to the big field opposite the middle school across from me to take what I assumed to be casualties of some kind of car wreck to a trauma center further away.  For a moment I flashed back to decades ago when low-flying smallish helo-noises were harbingers of impending contact and my central nervous system kicked in to Vietnam-mode.)

Did Someone Confuse Governor Moonbeam?

Governor Jerry Goofball says The South Wall “To keep U.S. ‘In’”* *California’s lovable loon Jerry Grow-Brown, implies – and actually says I vehicularly believe, that Donnie-boy Trump’s Great Wall On No Cross Our Border is really meant to keep United States citizens in (inside the confines of the contiguous 48, despite evidence to the […]

via “Governor Moonbeam At It…Again” — Commentary, Outrages, Prose

“skippers?”

two slight eighth graders

run from car when mom drives off

away from schoollhouse*

 

*(Just minutes from the bell and the nearest convenience store a block and one-half away, but the cross-the-street gas-junk store right in front of admin-guy’s morning post…you tell me.  The did not come back past my perch in the next hour.  School was where the fun stuff happened – sometimes a little less than more, but fun still. And I have a pretty good guess what happened.  And this one across my perch is supposed to be a high-tech magnate middleschool!  Bring Back Junior High!)