by Fred Nicholson | Dec 13, 2018 | Love is the Answer, Stories
Why does a ❤️ symbolize love? Generally FB (Facebook) reader responses are limited to emoji faces, thumbs and hearts. Could it be the return to basic hieroglyphics and cave art, a language even the illiterate may communicate with? Here’s a question. Why does...
by Fred Nicholson | Dec 10, 2018 | Stories, Uncategorized, War Games
Let’s talk about Vietnam. a side note: My pen hand is jumpier than usual. Don’t know why. Back to Vietnam. Let’s see what words pop up. strength in numbers. fear fear fear outside in. inside out. I blocked many outside-in experiences....
by Fred Nicholson | Dec 8, 2018 | Fredisms
Isn’t it odd Isn’t it odd the news left and right is about D. Trump? What’s that about? I say it’s about a master performer hypnotizing us. Let’s give the man a standing ovation for his mesmerizing and brilliant performance....
by Fred Nicholson | Dec 7, 2018 | Black and White, Fredisms
Recorders of the recorded Barack Obama and Adolph Hitler make recorded news. Recorders and reporters pick a side and respond accordingly. What’s your side? Are there more than 2?...
by Fred Nicholson | Dec 7, 2018 | Fredisms
Words get away from me. Some times, they have their own guidance, separate from mine. They (the words) leave me (this guy) in the dust. When the dust clears, I witness what has transpired. “Where did that come from?” f (Came just now, so may need a mild...
by Fred Nicholson | Dec 2, 2018 | Fredisms
Put your self in Her place. If She does regard, Mother Nature doesn’t regard one state more important than any other. Not yours. Not mine. Not another. Mother Nature just is. No judgement or conditions. We breathe Her in and chop Her down. We love and hate Her....
by Fred Nicholson | Dec 2, 2018 | Fredisms
Put your self in Her place. If She does regard, Mother Nature doesn’t regard one state more important than any other. Not yours. Not mine. Not another. Mother Nature just is. No judgement or conditions. We breathe Her in and chop Her down. We love and hate Her....
by Fred Nicholson | Nov 23, 2018 | Fredisms
I hear death is out (was going to say sex)* of the question. Why? I hear It feels so far away and hear it is a ticking heart. *another short story What’s there to question f 174
by Fred Nicholson | Nov 22, 2018 | Fredisms, Love is...
‘Don’t leave home without it’. Donations dry up. Political parties fail. We step forward with our hearts. A wish. f 173
by Fred Nicholson | Nov 17, 2018 | Fredisms
If spirit in one fell swoop, revealed all of our darkest secrets and prevented us from harboring more, (stripped us naked so to speak) there’d be mayhem and the world that we know would change for ever. f...
by Fred Nicholson | Nov 15, 2018 | Fredisms
SLAVE It’s not black and white. Aren’t we slaves to food and sex, power and possession, life and love, hoping and wishing, yesterday and tomorrow ? Think about it! Most of all, I’m a SLAVE to me, mine, mind. f 171a ***** Folks say, I wanna’ find God! I hear,...
by Fred Nicholson | Nov 11, 2018 | Fredisms
Been there. Done That. Listening to NPR ‘the Moth’ stories on Veteran’s Day afternoon. Lying here crying. Thinking how odd it is when words so far away can strike so close to home so many years later. f...
