Tag Archives: imagination
Dream of Wander
I walk through an uneven field of hills and dales above a river flowing to a sea in the nearby distance. I follow a woman I can’t see, but know very well. I turn to my left and see her … Continue reading
The Caper Salad Caper #5
(Note: Okay. I’m done with this now (probably). And yes, there was a time when cell phones did not exist (think big hair and discos). Thanks for your patience. This is my last post of the year, unless something falls … Continue reading
The Caper Salad Caper #4
(Note: You’ll have to suffer through this one and one more before I’m willing to let it go. Sorry.–jrs) The trail of capers led them through some bad neighborhoods, places where optimism was a word only, with no meaning or … Continue reading
An Hour’s Nap
Goodbye Mr. Rogers, it was nice to be aboard; Goodbye Mr. Jimi and your E7#9 chord. I step off the plane into my chair fumbling my way to awake, wondering how in the world such a journey is possible. My … Continue reading
More: The Caper Salad Caper
(Note: This and the next installment are utterly ridiculous, but they sure were fun to write.–jrs) “Cause of death?” Liggnum stood with his legs spread and his chin cupped in his hand. The smoke from his cigarette curled up along … Continue reading
Next: The Caper Salad Caper
(Note: This part 2 of a 5-part rewrite of an old piece I started and never finished. The story timeframe is somewhere in the 1970s. I’m poking fun at the genre and also at myself. If nobody likes it, that’s … Continue reading
Beginning: The Caper Salad Caper
The day dawned dirty, like the unspoken fantasies of a TV evangelist. Liggnum rolled over and blinked at the grey light filtering into his closet of an apartment. His eyes burned and his mouth felt like a family of spiders … Continue reading
Bob Welsh Christmas Eve Poem
This is too good not to share: https://youtube.com/watch?v=WxjZB5S_g7s%3Frel%3D0 I’ll get back to my own drivel tomorrow.
Fallen Angels
Rhinestones on the bushes, gossamer in the trees, when you hear her call your name it drives you to your knees. The sky will build cathedrals that rise beyond your sight, the leaves will show their colors and lift you … Continue reading
Stuff
A hanging bicycle the sleeve of a coat the chopping block by the woodpile the woodpile a motorcycle a car with no doors an unfinished model boat car doors a pile of papers on the counter a pile of papers … Continue reading



