by Fred Nicholson | Nov 18, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
Evolution at work. Before: Curtail the uncontrolled sale of guns. Then: Guns aren’t the issue. It”s the shooters. and Then: We are trying to determine why they did it. Now: When it happened, our kids hid. Yippeee Don’t take my word for this...
by Fred Nicholson | Nov 18, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
Was it for two or three years?At my age, a year apart doesn’t make a difference. Being a hospice respite volunteer. Hospice Care of Kitsap County closed its doors in 2015 because of budget shortfalls. The 24 hour Care Center had 15 beds, but some were always...
by Fred Nicholson | Nov 18, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
a Laughing Matter? This recalled memory had me laughing just now. I was living in a studio apartment in Elmhurst, Queens, NY.,placed a saucepan of chicken wings in water on the range to boil,then visited a friend one floor down.An hour or so later she asked,...
by Fred Nicholson | Nov 2, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
Seeing all too clearly. Waiting, hoping for changefor something to happen will not hit the jackpotand get what you want. In my case it’s easy to knowthe one word that tells all. FEAR.I say I have done this and thathave lived here and there won awards and gotten...
by Fred Nicholson | Oct 26, 2019 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Stories
imagine imagine a peopletotally severed from their birth languageand tangible culture. imagine a peopleshipped to a new land and coined sub-humanby those that control. imagine a peopledeprived of all schooling then many years laterseen as hostile and brutish. imagine...
by Fred Nicholson | Oct 26, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
baggage carriers. we all are,aren’t we? it is easier to seethem carry it, than to see minebeing lugged along. when mind is seenand related with air is fresherand love smiles outloud. f
by Fred Nicholson | Oct 26, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
What’s in it for me?me me me If I don’t care for mewho will? me me meme me me others make a differenceus feel the difference in a wordme us me me me us When you feel ityou know the power. Words.What’s in it for us?...
by Fred Nicholson | Oct 13, 2019 | Fred Nicholson
You hear me? When spirits speak,many will listen. Hearing and listeningare not the same. We may listen to the words,and not hear their meaning. Some one will say blah blah blah.If that is you, please move on. It’s amazing how words can flipthe switch. You hear...
by Fred Nicholson | Oct 12, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
a Private Letter Made Public Regarding my ‘Color Matters’, another writer stated,”A vexatious subject in many ways, not least for the unhappiness it can cause”.My response was, Some may agree this subject of color is infuriating, frustrating...
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 24, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
a Living Paradise Paradise is being conscious of each breathin out in communion with all existence.More still, paradise is engagingwith energetic flow behind appearance. Paradise includes all aspects of life and deathand storms and calm and sex and gender and...
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 23, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
Color Matters Many people discuss white privilege.Other folks just can’t fathom it.Some will think they know. When you live it each dayin your heart and bones,what is there to think? White folks can snooze here. Now let’s talk light privilege.Here we mean...
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 23, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
Color, Then and Now. May I ask you to consider my thoughtson social and racial privilege,in its past and current forms? Our dominant North American culture evolved from Europe,so let us start there. Whiteness was/is likened to purity.European aristocracy painted and...
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 17, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
I AM HERE Who AM I? Where is HERE?Let’s answer the questions put forth,before moving on to unrelated topics. Who am I?”Who are you?” is the primary question we asked the person sitting across from us. We asked and respondedfor 10 days, I think it...
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 17, 2019 | Fred Nicholson, Stories
Fear rules the roostlong ago rootsalive today. Chipping thru a rockwall so tallmoving one breath at a pain full timeopening to a lifeshut down long ago. The inside here friendssaved this mind bypulling shutters closed keeping the out outthe in in hereand doors locked...
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 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...
