by Fred Nicholson | Jul 14, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Fredisms
News flash!(on inheritance) Look at all the folks (from babies on up) staring into rectangular appendages. We already got them,the robots. With a little more programming,forget about manufacturing them. We are them! f201
by Fred Nicholson | Jul 13, 2019 | Love is the Answer, Stories
Inheritance, something transmitted by or acquiredfrom a predecessor. Hmmm . . . never gave inheritance much thought.Here goes . . . TrustMy mom, an Austrian-Polish Jew, they said.My dad, Afro-American, Choctaw, Cherokeehe said. I see me as me, a sub-categoryof...
by Fred Nicholson | Jul 11, 2019 | All Mixed Up, Stories
the Progression The old guy walks different dogsaround the baseball fieldat Buck Lake Park,one dog at a time.Me and Kaia run for miles on the trailsand return to the car exhausted. The old man walks different dogsaround the baseball fieldat Buck Lake Park,one dog at a...
by Fred Nicholson | Jul 7, 2019 | Kids and Grown Ups, Stories
The child in meis still methis many years later. That un-trusting frightened onestill hovers in the background,popping up when he whiffs fear. The first to test the waters.Is that a porpoise or a crocodile waiting just beneath the surface? An inner cast of...
by Fred Nicholson | Jul 5, 2019 | All Mixed Up, Stories
Babies are not born winners or losers.They land here devoid of judgment. Let’s recall from back then to now. When did bawling babies become”Make sure they’re dead”winners and loser? “The victims are fleeing violence”Look around...
by Fred Nicholson | Jul 5, 2019 | All Mixed Up, Stories
Some times I wanna’ be goneabsolutely MIAno longer here When it feels rightjust leave the planetfor un-mind/body ventures This may be where fearpops upin the minds of others “Leave the planet?””Are you talking about . . .?””Ohhh...
by Fred Nicholson | Jul 1, 2019 | Love is the Answer, Stories
be Love . . . but we want more,always more financial gainhappinesspeace and fame. Some saywe can get and give Lovebut cannot be it. Some saypray to Himonly He reigns Some saybe free let go the reins Few saybe hear now I am the rains seaskyearthother mother...
by Fred Nicholson | Jun 22, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
there has been duty, quiet, tearsand just now I am sad, alone, emptyNo, not alone. Lonely! Sure, there are words, the garden,projects in no distinct order. Breathe, look around. What’s missing? The warmth of an other. There is no otherbeyond words and thought....
by Fred Nicholson | Jun 20, 2019 | All Mixed Up, Stories
I saw a sign,’Support Immigrants’Made me wrinkle my brow. Support immigrants?Even the buffalo immigrated here,from some where. Think about it.We’re all immigrants.Support which immigrants? f ADDENDUMA friend said buffalo were always here or may have...
by Fred Nicholson | Jun 7, 2019 | Love is the Answer, Stories
The body and mindtemporary vesselsare recastin one form or an other Spirit rises as a toe, tonguecherry tree bearing fruita thought out loudor nested in silence I thank light and darkand in betweenfor all the blessingswe’ve shared in life Are they separateor is...
by Fred Nicholson | Mar 18, 2019 | All Mixed Up, Love is the Answer, Stories
all is Still. [OK. Take a slow breath or two or more ] Still is never enough, is it?[Here comes the preachy talk.] Still is defined by the ‘and’ or ‘what’ words.More short stories in the making. Can you imagine your MindStill in still with...
by Fred Nicholson | Mar 12, 2019 | Stories
So, here we are again. Listening to chatter on NPR. 2 Black sounding men discussing music. Mellow. Jessie Smollett popped into view.I got up, did stuff and am at the keyboard. I [kinda] hate going off course BUT it is awkward to ‘fuck-you’ peck...
by Fred Nicholson | Mar 11, 2019 | Stories
Another Story. Change is consistent and continuous.Many of us say that. Yet,being and observing changeis not the same. Some live it.Some talk about it.Some don’t give a ***t(k).Some are in between. We say live in the moment.A story takes placein the span...
by Fred Nicholson | Mar 9, 2019 | Love is the Answer, Stories
Just past 3 AMI woke from a nightmarerealityheart in throatfear We focus on petsart trees beessons daughterssun and mooneach other and avoid the inevitable. Just past 3 AMI wokein cold chilling darknot knowing, just feelingalone They cut down many treesherean...
by Fred Nicholson | Feb 24, 2019 | Stories
Dorothy Parker’s short story ‘Arrangement in Black and White’ influenced my work, Dying Words of a Hospice Patient, ‘Forever’. I’m on the . . Sure, I’d like to talk, uhhh, have a seat. That’s right, Jeffrey...
by Fred Nicholson | Feb 24, 2019 | Stories
I have to come clean here. The first time I heard on NPR Jessie Smollent (the ‘Empire’ actor)walked into a police precinctwith a noose around his neck my liddle voice said ‘fake news’,then moved on to more gabble. The first thing a black...
by Fred Nicholson | Feb 24, 2019 | Stories
Symbiosis There are 3 types of relating(the Word book says). Commensalism – One partner wins, the other has no idea.Mutualism – Both partners may benefit or survive on their own, or not.Parasitism- One partner benefits, the other is harmed.The web is an...
by Fred Nicholson | Feb 24, 2019 | Stories
the Bullet Tin Scripture Sit back and chill If you wanna do somethinglisten to the childrenthe child if you only have one inside. I’m gonna call these bits n pieces ‘bullet tins’.Why not bullets?Cause bullets cause harm and there is no other, so...
by Fred Nicholson | Feb 24, 2019 | Stories
Bullet-Ten Questions ***Who breaks the law?illegals Who makes the law?Legals came here killed the native buffalo foodchained a people’s body and mindtested bombs on 2 Asian cities and they still make the law. ***in Poor Towna child today may be an adult killedby...
by Fred Nicholson | Feb 13, 2019 | All Mixed Up, Stories
Before you read this or not, please be forewarned. What follows may not be a poem, but once it took off, I could not stop it. Not sure if throwing in line breaks turns words into a poem. There I go ‘wording off’ again. *****the Agreement We had...
by Fred Nicholson | Feb 12, 2019 | All Mixed Up, Stories
falling forthe CARROT and the stick WORLD Carrots are used for many purposes. Some folks may cover their mouths, aghast.Others think about a glass of fresh squeezed juice.Me? I’m talking about the donkey carrot, the greyhound rabbit, and the human...
by Fred Nicholson | Feb 9, 2019 | All Mixed Up, Stories
TRUST is not a continuum,though like all else,it appears to be. “OK, I just stepped out of character.” I have no idea where this is heading.Let’s follow and see if we break a leglike they say in showbiz OR wind uptapping [Delete], saying good night...
by Fred Nicholson | Feb 4, 2019 | Stories, War Games
I SHOUT, “I’M COMING . . .” The sun is hotter today.The stink is worse. coagulatedblood n gutsflies(where there used to be eyes)bits n piecesbody partscollectedin zippered bags “You got 10 minutes to chow down!” Lunch timeC rations, a...
by Fred Nicholson | Jan 26, 2019 | Love is the Answer, Stories
Let’s see what 8:44 PM backward gives us. 8:44 PM and back. Had steak and salad for dinner. Kaia had bits of steak in low sodium organic beef broth mixed with mushed pumpkin and her daily meds. Added 30mg of codeine* to her meal to help her chill from the...
