Archives for January 2017

Dissuaded from an urge to cause the crumbling of walls.

Reminded of the good that could be said, done or promoted.

A tale of tall order became the day’s benign starting pistol.

Two Gargolanta-speaking visitors said their hellos ( “trubblati” in Gargolantian dialects spoken in the main cities).

The ice was melting in the drinks by the time the speech ended.

But the ice cream was served at just the right temperature.

We are eight days from the swan festival.

They will swim along the roads, and the trucks will park and rest.

There are more ways to skin a mango than are sold at the kitchen shop.

The kitchen sink?

A different matter, for a whole group of qualified engineers.

Now, the cashiers have PHD’s and the dogs are veterinarians.

The police are wrapping gifts and singing carols, blues songs and learning to waltz.

We are no more surprised than our grandparents were when science fiction became mainstream.

Serving grace with peanuts.

Defeating mediocre messages and gaining ground.

The fields of wheat argued with the corn, the barley stayed outside, not wishing to mention anything controversial.

Now, the leaders said, we either say outrageous things or we talk in smaller circles of haze and hidden heresy.

Head the warnings of writers past, read classic works, but not classics.

Defending the leaves of lettuce. Disguising the apples.

Distant memories of appetites unrequited led to the insurance of big things with small means.

If the thing fit the first thing, the second was likely to be just right.

Fries with that, and don’t fix the photocopier.

The messenger wrote the song.

Challenges? They threw down the glove and then walked away.

Was it an idle threat?

There was a chance they would become idle.

Driven by the fury of water droplets and powered by the sweetness of syrupy desire, this romance was real.

A bit theatrical?

On Broadway.

Your name in lights.