Friday, September 11, 2026

I've tried and I just can't do it

 

Even if I had the ability to compartmentalize the cognitive aspect of my brain, and shrink it down, I doubt I could comprehend quantum particles.  My years of exposure to basic logic, as seen on TV, prevents any comprehension of anything being in two places at the same time.  Exception to the rule: Hayley Mills. 

Therefore, I believe it is safe to assume that each brain has been programmed to operate only within the confines of its original program.  Any deviation must be with the express written consent of the baseball commissioner.

 

 

 ZC

47 Feet and Counting...

 

Impossible to measure the length of a thought for just as you hook the end of the tape measure on the first word of the thought, you discover you’re still thinking.  Before you know it, your tape measure has run out but your thoughts have not. 

 

 Truly a conundrum.





A Stream of Consciousness Running Through it


I don’t miss the crumpling.  There was a time when I would sit down here to write and there wasn’t a computer in front of me but a typewriter.  Every bad idea, false start or misspelled word would cause me to yank the page from the machine and crumple it.  The waste basket next to my chair would soon overflow with an impressive pile of crumples. 

Every time I see a small clearing in the woods, I feel a little guilty.  Those poor trees died because of my lack of talent.  It wouldn’t be so bad if a crumple could be planted in the ground and a new tree would sprout up.

But would they grow with words already on them?  I can imagine lengthy sentences running up and down along the bark.  Poorly thought-out ideas, out on a limb.  Leaves dotted with punctuation, like little bug bites.  The Crumple Forest would surely be a sight.

Lumberjacks would not be injured by chainsaws but receive only paper cuts.  Hiking trails would grow pre-marked.  Grade school kids on field trips could learn not to run on sentences.



ZC

 

Thursday, September 10, 2026

...but not forgotten

 

Sarah

Little did we know that before we moved here there were two pelicans on the lake.  As the neighbors described it, they were a loving pair and always together.  They never left each other’s side.  The neighborhood had even named them, Walter and Sarah.  There are tons of pictures of them filling the walls of the clubhouse.

 

It was hurricane Jeanne, 2004 that took the life of Walter, who was unable to find adequate shelter.   Ever since then, Sarah has never left their spot, as if she is still waiting for his return.  It is such a sad thing to see.

 

Walter (RIP)

For a while there was talk of trying to locate a second pelican to keep Sarah company, but nobody knew how to go about doing that, or what actually would be involved.  Florida’s Natural Resources management had no suggestions and was not at all helpful.  

 

 

 

 ZC

This is what happens when there is no lifeguard on duty.

 

I’ve lived both far

and very near

have yet to throw

an asparagus spear,

 

Just how far

I’d like to know

my quiver full

of ones I’d grow,

 

Never cruel

and never mean

but pointy

and quite

slimy green,

 

Through the thick

and thin I’d sort

it could become

an Olympic sport,

 

A Walnut Trophy

tall and varnished

proudly isn’t

just a garnish.

 

 

 

 

 ZC

Conniving Little Toad

 

Such a conniving little toad

selling cars that barely run,

leaving lumps within the gravy

never thanking anyone.

A weasley little snit –

with socks that never match

Doors that lead to nowhere

with locks that never latch.

Your life is in a shambles

your career has lost its stride,

your hair – dearly departed

and only on one side,

Don’t think for just a moment

I wrote this poem for you,

it’s just that you were on my mind

and I had nothing else to do.

 



Z. Corwin



A Yawn is a Dash

 

Not many view the hiccup as a life interruption, but in fact – it is.  It is one of Life’s punctuation marks.  A sneeze is another, as is a burp.  Although the burp is never to be used in a professional setting and the sneeze is more of an exclamation mark that highlights an implied comment or suggestion.  I’d give you an example, but I ‘d need to sniff some pepper first.

 

 

 ZC