by Fred Nicholson | Nov 11, 2018 | Fredisms
Been there. Done That. Listening to NPR ‘the Moth’ stories on Veteran’s Day afternoon. Laying here crying. Thinking how odd it is when words so far away can strike so close to home so many years later....
by Fred Nicholson | Nov 5, 2018 | Uncategorized
Has it always been me mine I ? My pimple dog man wife cat kids body cancer country. Who cut up the pie and gave each piece a name? It’s time for a sit down, to negotiate a few major changes. f
by Fred Nicholson | Nov 4, 2018 | Black and White, Fredisms
a Simple Mind prefers simple conclusions. You Me Mine Yours Black White Shade between the two, complicates a Simple Mind. Now what to do? My way is right. Do it my way. a Simple Mind prefers simple conclusions. ...
by Fred Nicholson | Nov 1, 2018 | Fredisms, Love is...
I AM enough. We are all cells ripples in the ocean grains on the beach air passing through a snowflake here and gone the least and the most cells ripples grains air a snowflake here and gone....
by Fred Nicholson | Oct 30, 2018 | All Mixed Up, Stories
a Pig’s tale We just had the yummiest smoked ham hocks ever eaten by 2 beings, one human, one canine. Two days ago I was shopping in Central Market and saw these petite, ankle-sized hocks (4 of them) packaged together. Normal sized hocks look like...
by Fred Nicholson | Oct 21, 2018 | Fredisms
I dance I dance to my own beat. Sometimes, that means stepping on toes. f
by Fred Nicholson | Oct 18, 2018 | Fredisms
I run run run at top speed. They see me. The nut-catcher van turns in my direction. I leap over the fence, and head for the horizon. The van crashes through, and sputters in the mud. I am moving at top speed, across the daisy field. I hear the rear doors...
by Fred Nicholson | Oct 16, 2018 | Love is the Answer, Stories
in the Underground Railroad Why do Pete Davidson, Conor McGregor and Donald Trump get so much attention? The Kardashian’s offer peeks at altered body parts. Rihanna and Kayne have followers world-wide. What is the common denominator? Give up? They all perform...
by Fred Nicholson | Oct 11, 2018 | Stories
Let’s have a real short talk, about black and white people in America. I observed a story involving a black man walking with two pre-teen white children. Of course, watching a story on YouTube and being present frame to frame (before any story can manifest) are very...
by Fred Nicholson | Oct 9, 2018 | Stories
When the teacher appears, we may not acknowledge the lesson immediately. I am sharing an example. A few days ago at a potluck, I jokingly asked if your covered dish was beef tartare. You lifted the cover on the platter. I saw sliced cucumbers and tomatoes and . . ....
by Fred Nicholson | Oct 5, 2018 | All Mixed Up, Stories
‘You will die today’, greets me in the morning, some times. I used to quake, be rattled, and scrunch up under the bed covers. Now I get up, accept today is the day, shower, flush, brush, dress, collar Kaia and pull the door closed behind us. I help her up...
by Fred Nicholson | Oct 4, 2018 | Fredisms, Love is...
It’s all food, somehow, no matter what we call it. Pain Joy Life Death, it’s all food in service, since before the first breath. Let’s get past our little bellies, my thoughts of me mine I, and breathe in Be Hear Now. f (Second draft. May need other revisions. If so,...
