Squirrel Breakfasts Alone
/I vow to together, apart.
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Another quiet morning. I sit with my coffee and look through the window. Outside I see Squirrel sitting on her balcony, thoughtfully chewing on …
By K. L. Shipley
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A Gentle Rain
/Not all fun need be frenetic.
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A tranquil pattering on the leaves, ozone breathing through the screen, thunder rumbling far away, and balmy breeze casting grace ….
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreThis Little Light Of Mine
/It’ll probably show up…
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So, are you using your little lantern to illuminate ideas that need illuminating? No? I didn’t think so. Well-meaning illumination…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreEchoes of Assisi
/As my mind drifted…
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Justin is odd. That’s the plain truth of it. I’ve known him since he was born. He was a gentle, kind, daydreamy, sort of …
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreWishing
/Wishing is a tricky business
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My Mother would often say to some overexpectatius wish of mine, “ If wishes were horses, beggars would ride”. Clearly an expression with years of use. Moreover, an expression of brutal reality. Had I taken it to heart, I might’ve avoided…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreThe Spotless Life of Mr. Potts
/A hollow drum holds…
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… his life was really spotless. It was only that he considered it so. Not that he really considered anything. Michael Potts was impervious to legal niceties, moral turpitude, and common sense. Whatever he did was okay…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreIn the Time Before Time
/Echoes in time..
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…history had barely begun, when ideas were replacing instinct, when grunts were becoming speech, a mysterious people were unknowingly laying the foundation of both western and eastern civilization. Their proto words and beliefs spread across…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreTick, Tick, Tick
/How often does,” Go, Go…
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…sympathies are completely with old Plautus. Yours, too, I imagine. The sun-dial was bad enough. Now we have ever-more refined ways of slicing our days into ever-more itsy-bitsy pieces. We are obsessed by time. We never have enough…
By K. L. Shipley
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