by Fred Nicholson | Sep 9, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
How can we go up, while the movement outside the window is going down? Dad and Ma and us four(at the time) kids had lugged the heavy suitcases through the snow, to our new home. We pushed through the heavy green outside door,. Ma pushed a gold button on the lobby...
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 9, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
Over the Rainbow My friend said to write a piece titled ‘Over the Rainbow’.My mind enclosed those words like a Venus Fly Trap and that was almost end of story. I bristled when first seeing her words. Don’t know why. Maybe this! Rainbows were once...
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 5, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Love is the Answer, Stories
Before the apple bite I AM the rain, the dark, the light,the black white christian jewbuddhist muslim otherfather motherme and you. Oneness is as much an illusionas Goddesses Gods Saviorsall of the Higher Powersand imagined others. The 5 basic senses can not...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 29, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
I hope fully that it’s not the last, because ‘last’ has been crossing my mind a lot these days. A lot compared to what/when?When the d words (demise, destruct, delete) hover,like gulls above the ferry, waiting for a tasty morsel. Scene...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 23, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
I was 4 paragraphs into writing this note.My fingers reacted quicker than this mind,and deleted the recorded thoughts.(Guess I needed to start anew.)So here we go again. Reggie, me and Kaia.Reggie was the first canine. A Miniature SchnauzerBuddha companion. The...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 23, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
What am I capable of? I didn’t know I was capable of being more at home with dogs than with people. For about 20 years I lived with canines, exclusively. Exclusively with people after Vietnam (hmmm . . . had to open some dusty folders), six or 7 years. I...
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 19, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
Netflix. Woodstock. just watched Netflix, Woodstock.Got emotional. Tears rolling freelyto below my lips. It talks about free love. I missed all that free love.I got back in ’68, 1 year afterI left, minus a few days. Going to Woodstock was a dreamon my...
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 | 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 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...
by Fred Nicholson | Jul 24, 2019 | All Mixed Up, Stories
Because Because life is like that.In one door, out the other.We live in between doors. Because I walked outside& Kaia was on the decklooking up at me. Because I was thinking, ‘You’re pretty’ and just thinking won’t get very farin the...
by Fred Nicholson | Jul 22, 2019 | Love is the Answer, Stories
Lessons When I was an early teenwe lived on the 13th floorin the Lillian Wald houseson Avenue D in New York City. Ma sent me to the storefor Taystee or Wonder Bread.”Here’s the money. Don’t forget the receipt.”OK ma. The elevators, both odd and...
by Fred Nicholson | Jul 17, 2019 | Stories
Mama, outlive who? Those that mute our voicesand chain our bodies Those that collude and sentence usto gas chambers and electric chairs Those that tell their childrenwe are rabble, rats and roaches Those that cage our childrenand banish us to other places Child, think...
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...
