February 1, 2019)
old radio poems
when life was so grandiose
and all the songs sad
J Richards of Sanford, Florida, offers visual and written commentary, poetry and quirkery.
February 1, 2019)
old radio poems
when life was so grandiose
and all the songs sad
(February 1, 2019)
Febru-wurst The Worst
what kind sausage factory
we got us-selves, heah?
(February 1, 2019)
I don’t go Disney
and I do not like* red-shirts
but that ‘afore you!
*(Some NPR mention of Gay Pride’s fixation on Disney acceptance and in fact courting and celebrating the red-teeshirt wearing of a special day – of is it a week now? – of doing Disney World and one suspects Land as well in the off-season. I had access to Disney’s may themes for decades – from my dad and from a friend from high school who was upper-muck in public relations and for a near-decade I toiled as a newspaper type – but I demurred. Any place located at the edge of a Central Florida large-assed swamp and no one gets mosquito-bit – and I have sources outside my family who clued me in as to why – and more importantly only an EGA as my friend Carlos puts it and I just say busted basketball upon which is perched a plucked turkey with a bent rusty screw driven through the ball would get me willingly to wear a red tee shirt at any time of the year. Besides, I used to wear, deliberately, green shirts on Thursdays in high school even after I was told it symbolized agreement with one Ned Reed (or was it Reid) whom I found out a decade or so ago actually was a University of Florida activist for the environment and became noted as a conservationist, though the rumor sweeping Seminole High School in Sanford in those days was that he was gay. Gay? Whassat? And when I was told I was monumentally unimpressed. And still wore green sometimes on Thursdays. But I hated then and do still the color red. Clashes with – or at least used to – with my eyes.)
(February 1, 2019)
Mister Diana
Krall has two names of his own
(Elvis or Declan?)
(February 1, 2019)
dirt-rain floats freely
both inside and out and swirls
coriolis-moved
leave a glass or book alone
long enough and ‘wipe’ that dust
(February 1, 2019)
dirt-rain floats freely
both inside and out and swirls
coriolis-moved
(February 1, 2019)
the most I can say
is I’m here for tomorrow
or the day after
(February 1, 2019)
there is no shame
in ignorance as a state
just it staying so
(February 1, 2019)
Belief not Science
but it shows its causal side
now and again
(February 1, 2019)
first casualty
of the self-righteous is their
sense of humor