by Fred Nicholson | Aug 17, 2019 | All Mixed Up, Stories
Just start writing and follow where it leads.Don’t be afraid(fully or even kind of), to fall beneath the surface. Actually, just feelLove is the menu,inclusive of all life. Fear pops in and out like batteries, loose. Power on. Power off.The In-between...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 13, 2019 | Fredisms, Love is...
mind is a crock of storiesgalore. Shocking. Loving. bales of covered hay for her outdoor dog house. a bed, covered on the deck,two in the house plus mine when she could jump up,twirl, flop, and snore up a storm. f
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 13, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
I feel . . .I feel lifeI feel loss don’t know deathso can’t feel ittoday I saw bright flowers,picked blue berries,(a mixing bowl full) visited my VA doctorordered a creamy breve,served by a sensuous woman. walked around the gardenate a few cherry...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 11, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
Vietnam, a long agostill changing story.be hear live now. war is warnot confined to yesteryearor even yesterday. You want war?Have a ‘my way’ fight. I’m right. No. I’m right. you want war?It’s not mine to givereceive accept whatever...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 9, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
In my back yardwe round them upand send them backacross the border In the newsthey bulldoze housesbecause the earth has value,not the homes of others In my back yardfathers and sons are killedand dragged and lynchedand jailed just because In the newsolive orchards...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 7, 2019 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Stories
a Longtime friend A longtime friend sends you a Happy Birthday FB post. You laugh out loud because today is May 30th, exactly 30 days before your burfdae. You respond with a FB message, to avoid embarrassing S. ‘Hi S. You are 30 days early. My burfdae is on June...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 7, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
Welcome home (week 2 of 10) a Preface to your welcome home.This time as a baby boy. So many homes you just don’t know about, but each return visit HERE is different. You may appear as a tree, apple, gold, nugget, fish, deranged nut job, dingle berry, hair...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 5, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
Here’s a liddle story for you.Thirty odd (may have been even) years ago, I got a book for a dollar. ‘Tongues of Fire’ by Grace H. Turnbull, copyright 1929, off of a dusty Strand Book Store shelf. Loved the quiet. Loved the floor space, low pace,...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 5, 2019 | Fredisms
What you gonna dowhen they come for you? flightfight pewfolks will pray for you. Gun violencein America. f
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 4, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
Magic is being here alive and continuing on. For years there was a recurrent dream/nightmare of me, as an adult being nailed inside of a coffin. Always waking up in a sweat. The last time I was with C at my place, I think. C and I had smoked some pot and were...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 1, 2019 | Love is the Answer, Stories
So, here we go with a sit down do it make up class for lost time.Yeah, I know what you may be thinking. I said ‘may’, remember please. We, you and me, are not what appearsto be real to me and you.Oh sure, there are degrees of realblah blah blah ....
by Fred Nicholson | Jul 27, 2019 | All Mixed Up, Stories
Fearin the present or of the futuremay be literal and not so. Literal,You are caged in chainsin an alien world,new language and customs. Forced to be with a matethat speaks another dialectjust to produce babies, to increase the supplyof colored people, called...
