“Big Doin’s”

July 14, 2018)

fried fish tarter sauce

cornbread and beans-n-cole slaw:

watermelon salad*


  • (seeded – or if you must seedless but in my opinion less sweet – red ripe water melon in 1″ to 2″ chunks, thin-sliced red onion rings which have been soaked for an hour in ice-cold water to remove sulfur dioxide, chunks or crumbles of feta cheese. A grind of both sea salt and black pepper – the pepper is optional, as are some oil-cured black olives – pitted and halved)

“Cobblestone Clouds*)

*First of five haiku/tanka on Magnolia Square in downtown Sanford, Florida

(July 17. 2018)

“Cobblestone Clouds”

cobblestone clouds  greet

upward eyes – westerly breeze

befits a gulf rain


Tanka 2079

how such a beautiful young girl

could soil the air, her lungs so


“Young Tarzan’s Mom*”

nervous mom whose son

clambers on the brick fountain

catches his big leap!


Tanka 2081

Twice-height of four-course bricks,

racing attention wanders.


“Just Ready To Run”

just ready to run

the toddler-no-more explores

his magnolia square

Tanka 2080

delights in forbidden taste

of lamppost, water and sand


“Smoking Girl Scares Off”

smoking girl hides butt

behind her bench and debates

a second such nail


Tanka 2082

unapproachable one wag

wanders off for a paper


“Cobblestone Cirrus”

Cobblestones Cirrus

with jet streaks sewn through

overhead canvas


Tanka 2083

bright morning commerce intrudes

but library soon opens


“The Poor We Always…*” Tanka 2074

The poor we always

have fed from “high” prepared cans



and un-pronounceable bread:

industrial poverty!


  • (Which helps explain all the sweet tea, the high-salt, high-fat content found at both ends of the table.  Prepared foods both “above and below The Salt,” and preservatives and additives make healthful eating a contradiction of (in?) terms sometimes.  Having eaten in both lines – high- and low- ends – may I suggest carrying your own Kosher salt, ground black pepper, and an admixture of olive oil and red wine vinegar just for salads and vegetables which admit to having been washed and peeled and not much more.  Some of my less-prodigal pals say flesh is bad…to which I reply only if poorly cooked or improperly smoked after stuffing inside some really clean intestines.  Both the well-off and the off-well in this land of plenty eat mostly very poorly.  And everyone wants to sell them some convenience.  There already is such a thing: in comes from Gerber…and they have a history…)




“Which Word* Wrong” Tanka 2075

(July 16, 2028)

Dear Adam Putnam,

“Criminal Illegal Aliens:”

which word redundant?


You have come “late” to The Train

and you “smeared” Ron DeSantis!


  • (It’s a Your Choice Test: either Criminal or Illegal is redundant in the phrase “Criminal Illegal Aliens” since the very act of crossing our national border without stopping at “Go” or collecting $200 – it seems! – is breaking our federal law.  An Illegal alien is criminal.  A criminal alien is illegal.  I prefer the simple expedient of saying “Illegal Alien,” since we all know My Favorite Martin never really was an Alien, but may have committed a few minor crimes or even crimes against minors or miners as the case may be.  But the jest of this point (just?) is that Florida agricultural stuff boss Adam Putnam, who wants to be Governor, just hopped aboard The Trump Train, promising all things Trumpian in his fight against all things illegal immigrantian – which halfway through his repetitive spots on the radio announce several times “Criminal Illegal Aliens.” Hey, Adam!  All Illegal Aliens are Criminal Already.  And, to be beside the point, your bashing Ron DeSantis – even by proxy – in his efforts to become Florida’s next governor was meanly done and wrong by my lights.  Get that “punched” ticket outta my face!”)