From the J. Peterman Collection

 

It may be too late

to scratch & sniff.

Thought Transference

 

Made easy

Entomology

 

Stop it!

 

The Box

 

"I'm sorry, but I just can't think in here."

Now THAT's a Card Trick

 

To Serve & Protect

 

Truth is...

 

I never should have put the crow in The Pantry.  What was I thinking, giving a crow life but not flight?  There are way too many distractions within The Pantry for anyone to pay attention to the antics of a bird.  But now that I’ve done it, what’s the next step?

For those of you who have lived through The Crow in the Dark Gray Overcoat, there is no going back.  You can’t unknow it.  That story is real and will live on with you, no matter your plight.  It is one folks remember, they are adventures so real you'll think they took place just down the street.

No amount of fancy writing can get him out of that pantry.  It is a done deal.  But now it haunts me.

Perhaps his flight will take place when that simple paperback becomes discovered.  Then, even though locked between the boundaries of the front and back cover, he will travel the world over, making his way from book store to libraries and beyond, flying off the shelf.  

Then again, perhaps it isn't up to me at all.  Sure, I gave him life, but now it is up to him to find his own way.  Melville's Moby did it, and that was a whale of a tale.  Quinn's Ishmael did it.  No monkey business about it.  Certainly a clever crow can escape a flimsy paperback.  I'll just have to wait and trust in fate.

 

 

 

Olive Garden

 

"Dressing on the side."
(Yes, this is what they really did).

A Personal View

 

We are all in the aquarium.  Some swim close to the top while others circle around the middle.  The bottom feeders are the ones you see gathering what they claim is the news of the day.  None of what we see and hear, however, changes anything in the tank.  It only makes things a little murky and distorts the reality, until things settle down again.

Many wonder what it is like outside of the aquarium, who or what built the tank.  Are there other tanks like this one out there, or are we alone?

Every so often, a small net dips into our environment and scoops out the floaters.

 

 

I'll get the lights.

 

No pen, no paper no envelopes

no postmen walk this way –

There isn’t a tomorrow

no news of yesterday,

No bulb within the desk lamp

no music left to hear –

All quiet on the water front

the bars all void of cheer,

Street lamps cast no shadows

the lost no longer roam

The losing team is on the bus

so silent - heading home,

A scarf left on the bleachers

half covered by the snow

No letters in the mail today

there’s no one left I know.

 

 

 

2025

 

Not so much as a single beer, not speeding and with no other traffic around, I discover a pothole on the exit ramp to 2024.  I now find myself facing the new year with bandages and a recovery plan.  Not at all what I had in mind.  I can’t, however, look at this as an indicator of things to come.  I truly believe 25 will be a lazy, care-free ride in the country.  Sure, I may end up behind some farmer on his tractor, going eleven miles per hour, but I’ll not let that spoil my adventure.  I will simply roll down my window and breathe in the fresh…

Never mind, I see the cows.  I think I’ll roll the window back up and just…  Okay, so maybe I should have filled up with gas back at that last little town.

Fine, 2025 will have its challenges, but with friends and my best pal in the navigator’s seat we’ll enjoy the new adventure.

Good luck everyone, and Happy New Year

Zobostic Corwin