Author Archives: magn8717

He woke up, and out of a dream.  As always, the dream was so real he was surprised to be back in the conscious world. Most dreams he quickly forgot between the distractions of the alarm going off and his … Continue reading →

It’s the Friday morning before Memorial Day Weekend. A light rain is falling. Bombadill hopes it will alleviate the pollen-driven allergies that have been plaguing him the past few weeks. He walks to the train thinking of his latest up … Continue reading →

Bombadill dreamed he was wearing a trench coat with a fedora, and his wife was giving him a hard time about it. Perhaps it was because of something he ate, or some slight reference to Casablanca during the day that he had that particular dream. Or … Continue reading →

Splashing through the puddles in his duck boots, on the way to commuter rail, he felt like a kid  braving the April showers. He was catching the late train to work, and was in a surprisingly good mood for a rainy … Continue reading →

My yearly contribution of doggerel for  National Poetry Month: I Used to Look Good in The Morning I used to look good in the morning, but now I look really bad, I used to sleep with a cherub’s face, but … Continue reading →

There’s no better place I’d rather spend a wintry Saturday afternoon than lost in the stacks of my local library. Hiding out in the library is a great escape from the troubles of daily life, even for a few hours. Walking in the door takes … Continue reading →

March has arrived. A mild winter will soon draw to it’s astronomical close. How many winters have I seen come to an end? I’d rather not reflect on those specifics. Indeed, I don’t want to be reminded of that exact number at all. Some winters … Continue reading →

February was lost to the flu for me. I flirted with getting a flu shot all through January  but never found the time to get one. Whether the flu-shot would have saved me, we’ll never know. But I got hit … Continue reading →

On a garish, orange and pink comforter he lays down to take a nap before watching playoff football. His head rests on a fluffy white pillow. As if on cue his cats, Quiet Rustle and Felix, jump up on the bed … Continue reading →

It felt like he was starting a new job, but he was going back to the old one. He had taken a week off to start the New Year and he could not believe the effort it was taking to go … Continue reading →