Posted in Art, Faith, Poetry

Have You Ever!?

Have you ever felt a hand

go through you hair

and when you opened your eyes

there was no one there!?


Have you ever awoke

and there was

a menacing

tall dark figure

at the end

of your bed!?

You can’t move a muscle

you can’t scream in fear

frozen in bed

of the dread!


Have you ever

again seen that

Tall Dark Menacing Man!?

But this time

flew out of bed

wrestled and fought back

but really … ouch …

just hit your head

on the nightstand

next to your bed!?



Well ………

What a boring life you’ve had … by the way!!!


And why does it always seem to be between 3:00 and 4:00am … again by the way!?

So the Lord’s Prayer I now do say!

Posted in Prose, true life

What Do You See!?

Inspired by Dymoon, dymoonblog, “Windows!”

What do you see when you look out your window?

Looking out my condo window

I see a pond with occasional ducks

the odd water bird

even the rare horror

of an eel fish

taking down a duckling

or a little critter

that waded to far

for too long.

I see lifeless apartments

with windows shaded and closed.

A water fountain

spraying jets into the air

for decorative


and aerating effect.

I see life.

I see the outside world.

Things that trigger

memories from the past

or even

answer questions

for the present and future.

But essentially

I see

“The Now!’

And then …………

I have to pee!

Posted in Photography, Stories

The Tell-Tale Feet!

The above picture was attached, somehow, to a message conversation between my wife, Cute Judy Lee, and our daughter, Julie Beth, you see! The feet part that is! How it got there we don’t know. But I fear that only The Shadow Really Knows for sure!

This post has prompted me to relay to you The Tell-Tale Feet! A really short story by Florida writer Edith Hellen Hammer-Toe. It was first published in 2003 and is related by an unnamed narrator who endeavors to convince us that her toes are actually straight and pristine clean. The reader of this piece surely questions the narrator’s sanity while simultaneously describing the grizzly sight of the hammer-toed feet.

But foul murder was, I fear, amiss! And the victim was no other than the narrator’s clueless old-man husband with filmy “vulture-eyes,” as the narrator calls them. The narrator emphasizes the careful calculation of the murder, attempting the perfect crime, complete with dismembering and hiding the body under her queen-sized bed.

Ultimately, the narrator’s feelings of guilt, or a mental disturbance, result in her hearing a continuous thump-thumping sound, which the narrator interprets as her dead husband’s heart beat or more likely expelled gas!

Or was it really just the cracking and crinkling of her disfigured hammered-toed feet!

No! It probably was really the odorous sound of The Tell-Tale Fart!


My thanks to Edgar Allen Poe, “The Tell-Tale Heart!”