Jerry

Geraldo pushed his lawnmower down the street where the homeowners tipped best. He didn't mind that most lawns he passed were professionally mowed, combed, and swept by men in white jackets. Those lawns, too, were as smooth as a golf course. He kept his mind on the right side of things. A man like himself can still contribute to the fight against the jungle in his own small way. The soil is promiscuous....

December 5, 2021 · 2 min · Warren R. Smith

Organized Scorpions

When you see spiders or scorpions (especially scorpions), you can't help but believe they'd be a force to be reckoned with if they marched in a phalanx. Alternatively, dinosaurs! According to some, the Jurassic will rise again. So, what's next? Because spiders and scorpions can't organize, I admit this is just speculation. Dinosaurs with small arms on the other hand may cause some havoc. However, their operating systems do not support holding onto two ideas at one time....

December 4, 2021 · 1 min · Warren R. Smith

Like Caffeine

Inside Acuppa-Cuppa, on the corner of Rodeo and Camino Carlos Rey, twenty feet of glass frontage overlooks the sidewalk patio, parking lot, and a dirt island -- home to three aspiring evergreens. Despite the fact that it is winter, the day is almost balmy. Light traffic rolls by and the sky is the flavor blue. A vibrant chrysanthemum on a table near the door is flanked by two overstuffed lounge chairs....

November 29, 2021 · 5 min · Warren R. Smith

Almost There

In the barn leans some thing almost there. In the very frame, red paint flaking, doors askew, old tires in a heap, and what else? -- lots of mouse nest in the air. Limp lengths of fence line lifted, and wading in through the grass, (how hoppers zig and zag) you felt it then as you do now. Almost there. In the faded corn powder and littered straw, boards creaking under foot, something remains something....

November 28, 2021 · 1 min · Warren R. Smith

1st Post and the Gummy Bees

Maybe its time I start my own website. Therefore this is my first post. It's a beautiful autumn Sunday in Espanola, New Mexico. I saw a coyote down in a dry pond today. He sniffed the air. I was downwind, odor-wise non-existent, and standing stiff as a cottonwood tree. I can do a pretty good tree impersonation. It's tricky stuff. Botched, you end up looking more like Big Foot caught mid-stride and ruing the invention of cameras....

September 12, 2021 · 4 min · Warren R. Smith