by Fred Nicholson | Jan 18, 2019 | All Mixed Up, Stories
‘no name, 4’ The first 3 sentences in ‘no name, 1’ follow.I lay down to rest last night and the word ‘forgiveness’ sprang up. I thought we were going to be talking about my relationship with dad. My lined yellow pad was close at...
by Fred Nicholson | Jan 13, 2019 | Love is the Answer, Stories
Words, Images and Canines I relate with images, words, and canines,easier than I do with adult humans. WORDSI AM accumulated air and extracted breath,‘til the day I die. (Die? A whole other topic.)I AM what/where/how I AM,now and not. Not until Nowmeans Now, Now, . ....
by Fred Nicholson | Jan 10, 2019 | All Mixed Up, Stories
the ‘Master Manipulator’Our President is a ‘Master Manipulator’. He has made the current negotiation about getting or not getting a physical barrier between the U.S. and Mexico. He says, “You Democrats don’t want to protect our...
by Fred Nicholson | Jan 8, 2019 | Stories
“I lead the Free World”. It was chilling to hear and observe the President of the United States slowly read his prepared speech as a monotone monologue. I wonder how many of our leaders on the Left OR the Right will comment on his robot-like delivery....
by Fred Nicholson | Jan 6, 2019 | Love is the Answer, Stories
Here we are, back at it. We came up out of the station (me and the sisters), somewhere in Kolkata (formerly Calcutta). I had been staying in an area where many of the hostels were located. All the maimed beggars, wobbly cloth and cardboard homes, and hands out, palms...
by Fred Nicholson | Jan 2, 2019 | Stories
I lay down to rest last night and the word ‘forgiveness’ sprang up. I thought we were going to be talking about my relationship with dad. My lined yellow pad was close at hand. The next instant I was in the Bombay (currently Munbai ) airport. Our plane...
by Fred Nicholson | Dec 22, 2018 | Love is the Answer, Stories
Malcolm X said, “Being an old farm boy myself, chickens coming home to roost never did make me sad; they always made me glad.” Basically, ‘what goes around, comes around’ or ‘we get what we sow’, again and again. A gift of this in-between...
by Fred Nicholson | Dec 16, 2018 | Kids and Grown Ups, Love is the Answer, Stories
In a written piece from December 10th, ‘Let’s talk about Vietnam’, I wrote, ‘I was raised with hatred for Jews and even the word repulsed me’. A friend asked, “How long did it take to transform that hatred?” I really...
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 | 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 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 3, 2018 | Stories
3 Bits of Pieces a Bit of History Mr. Trump has widened a wound, never fully closed, still festering, since Europeans landed on these shores and brought weapons, religion, a vision of riches, measles, smallpox, cholera, savagery to kill ‘savages’, and wiped out...
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 27, 2018 | All Mixed Up, Stories
a Blank Page She was ninety-five and bedridden for 30 plus years. There were caregivers and her window faced the Catholic Church spires. Laying there, looking out praying, she died. Deb and I were offered the apartment, if we moved everything out and did all the...
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 16, 2018 | Love is the Answer, Stories
Wake-Up! See the other side, is as temporary as yours. The Pyramids are vanishing, through the many years. Many more years, before a dust to dust, full-circle. Are some tiny particles saying ‘I want to be a pyramid again’. A seed sprouts, stalks, flowers,...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 31, 2018 | Kids and Grown Ups, Stories
In the beginning, terrifying darkness reigned and found easy entry into me. My angels jumped to and battened down the hatches. Invisible rays, body/mind closures and blanking*, kept me relatively safe and sound, in those early years. *Blanking: When I felt threatened...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 26, 2018 | All Mixed Up, Stories
a Tall Tale or a Short Story? Dinosaurs walked these streets before us. We named them streets. Earth is earth, no matter what you call it. Give that a thought or longer So here we are, walking dinosaur streets. What follows? A Tall Tale, this wasn’t. A Short...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 10, 2018 | Stories
the Past Connection It’s wonder full to be here now and now. That is one dimension of reality. Another dimension is time in space, between the 3 dimensions of past, present, and future. It’s a relaxing place to be. Then there is the connective reality. This is where...
by Fred Nicholson | Jul 28, 2018 | Black and White, Stories
The BlackWhite divide in America is based in fear From the beginning; We need more hands, to prosper. I been bought to a strange land. We can’t lose what we got. Father, daughter, brother, mother, all sold. We will kill to stay on top. It’s better to be angry and...
by Fred Nicholson | Jul 23, 2018 | All Mixed Up, Stories
These are dangerous times when a U.S. President is willing to create a ‘Crusader War’ with Iran, to mask his own evil rise to power. Amazingly enough, he made the same threats to North Korea, before he and Kim Jong-un became bosom buddies. The most...
by Fred Nicholson | Jun 4, 2018 | Love is the Answer, Stories
We were at the lake and Kaia dipped in a few times. I was on a bench at the water’s edge, the sun dropping across the lake, at my back. A kid and the young couple returned Kaia’s friendly greetings with their own joyous responses. I smiled, we chatted, she and I...
