A Tangled Web

Come into my parlor, make yourself comfortable, sit with me while I spin you a tale of two lost souls. Silvie, sipping her Summer wine, brooding on life’s injustices. Freddie, buzzing around, frantically searching for an elusive goal. Silvie, quietly scheming, La Revolution. Freddie, unable to relax, craving excitement. Silvie, scurrying forth in search of

The Sculptor

I graduated in the Spring of 2075, after six long years of study costing $1.2 million, with a degree in bio engineering specializing in body sculpture. My curriculum included the changes in medical science through the ages, from Barnard’s first heart transplant to limb replacement with inanimate prosthetic limbs and then smart devices. Medical science

Freedom of Speech

“Freeing yourself was one thing, claiming ownership of that freed self was another.” ― Toni Morrison, Beloved I read a very scary statistic. While two thirds of Seniors, like myself, believe that democracy is the only viable form of government, only one third of millennial’s believe in democracy and are willing to try other forms

Blogging Family

I have not published anything this week as I was way behind in reading posts from the various blogs I follow. I hope to be caught up soon. I would like to share with you one particular blog I have recently followed, as I find the wordplay in his posts, usually in poetic form, enchanting

Quarantined Thoughts

The one consolation for this government mandated physical distancing and self isolation of the last three months has been the opportunity to explore and reach out to other bloggers during this quarantine period. One such blogger I follow, janetawel.com ,has recently written a passionate post stating her views on the current Black Lives Matter discussion,

Messrs. Good and Evil

“Good afternoon, Mr.Good, what a beautiful Spring day, the sky is blue, the grass is green. the flowers are blooming,the birds are singing, the bees are buzzing, you must be feeling pretty content on such a fine day”. “Alas, Mr. Evil, I am feeling rather unhappy these days, there is so much discontent and hatred

School Days

A play in two acts: aAct 1. William Edgeford-Hill. a.k.a. Billy Bananas. Was that my morning alarm buzzer forcing me into wakefulness, no such luck, it was the sound of the recess bell summoning me to enter the hell they called recess. Maybe this time I could escape the devils clutches and grab twenty minutes

Perception of Colour

I despaired over the prejudices of the human species reacting to various skin tones, when skin tones are just a biological fact of skin pigmentation evolving to regulate the amount of ultraviolet radiation penetrating the skin I made eliminating skin tones my passion and started to experiment with manipulating the gene that determined skin colour

My Writing Journey

My writing journey began March 1,2018 when I joined the WordPress family. I had turned 70 and was reading an online article by Professor Jordan Peterson when I glanced at a WordPress icon at the bottom of the page. Being curious I clicked the icon and ended up following the instructions on becoming a member,