The J-Spot

  All men sacrifice, starting with Jesus’ example. Interchanging the name of Jesus with that of God is confusing to our youths. Let us be thankful for them all. Image edited by the Author I’ve always been a praying man. Passed down from my late Pawpaw, prayer was instilled in me to be performed at the dinner table. Just a simple one, always ending in bless those less fortunate than ourselves. There’s a lot of praying going around to Jesus these days. Lot’s of thanks and even more requests. I did my duty as husband and attended a non-denominational church with my wife and children. Wednesdays and Sundays. Worked overtime and double-time. When things went well, we thanked Jesus. When things went wrong, we blamed ourselves. In my graying years, my observations from the pew have led me to some reluctant truths. First of all, I wasn’t always happy to be at church. I would much rather have been jogging on the beach. Damn me now, if you must. A reluctant truth is, I went to be with my wife an

  I came to Milwaukee as a travel writer and cardiac monitor technician and became a nomad. Dread Pirate Roberts, here I come! Image by the Author Confessions of a Lyft driver. If you haven’t seen nor read The Princess Bride by William Goldman then stop here and do that. One may miss Wesley’s super ambitious, though logical, quest to seek his fortune across the sea. It is no less ambitious than The Richest Man in Babylon ’s. Wesley says something to the effect of, “I shall work sixteen hours a day, beg for food, and sleep on the street, saving every penny until I’ve amassed a fortune.” That journey is, of course, the very start of a much larger one that leads to even greater payoffs and rewards. But what a start! There I was, a cardiac monitor technician on a travel assignment to Wisconsin, imagining myself as Wesley who was setting out to amass his fortune. But, my sea faring vessel was an old minivan sputtering its last remarks, stuffed with a few personal belongings. I was skeptica

  Image courtesy of  FLIKR I had such great posture when I came out of basic training, but the years have slowly pulled my shoulders forward, and sent my gaze back to my less than confident gait. I could blame my downcast eyes on the frozen and slippery tundra, but I remember that the Naval Station at the Great Lakes, during winter, doled out plenty of icy marches. Our heads were still up, but our eyes would do the tedious work of making out the slippery patches. If you were really good, you could step so perfectly across the black ice that the recruit behind you would get over confident and end up on his ass in the snow. Laughs were rare out there, so we took what we could get. Remembering this made me wonder why, after all these years, I don’t still walk with that stature. It’s simple really. I’ve been lazy. If you think about it, it is more difficult to over reach your eyes than to drop your head a little bit. That’s the thing. Back then it was never about how difficult things were

 Did this man find a tree that once touched the sky? Or is his head in the clouds? Image from  Flickr You guys know I’m a tree-hugger and boy would this just take the cake but man, I have to say that besides the Flat Earth theory  — I mean, this guy has me smiling ear to ear. Just watch and listen, or put on the closed captions. That’s what I did. But then I had to turn up the volume just to hear if this guy actually believed what he was saying! It’s like Avatar had it right? Right? Who can’t wait for the second movie to come out? Zack Snyder’s Justice League really set the bar high! He opened up after horrible circumstances and really put his creative foot forward! James Cameron is gonna really have a run for his money. These artists are brilliant! And let’s not even talk about the next Matrix ! Tree Sky High? Or Sky High Guy? You tell me, and let’s talk about it! If you’re inspired, connect with me over here . If you’re curious, leave me your email here . If you like any of this

 Flash Fiction for Fun Photo from Flickr and edited by the author  This is called Flash Fiction . I’ve just re-invented it! Before each sentence think to yourself, “I won’t take it anymore…” in any variety of ways, and see what you can imagine. Let’s begin! … She didn’t. Knife in her garter. … He did though. Everyday, for the rest of his life to the end of his rope. … She didn’t. Got better. Got worse. Then she did and she got better for awhile. The hands were mangled, and the knife… She sits by the bench as it passes. The wind from it pulling her beggar’s sign along with the tumbling newspapers… … An empty toilet. It’s less messy to leave it. … No soda for you, but you’re up a dollar. … “POP!” said the balloon. … and don’t you take it either. “Put it back. Let’s go, Son!” … That’s what she said. I hope you enjoyed my little romps of the imagination! It’s easy to do. Try it! If you’re inspired, connect with me over here . If you’re curious, leave me your email here . If you like any o

 More off-beat poetry by Jay Horne that will make you think you caught a buzz. All Illustrations by Jay Horne and Copyright 2021 by Bookflurry Inc. Killbuzz I’ll kiss you on your forehead, nose, knees, and elbows too I’ll kiss you on your cheek,and back, then along your neck Woo Hoo! But when I try and kiss you on your ear, please tell me why… You chase me with a vengeful shoo and remark that I should die. Shipments and Cargo | Just take another Dose Jiminy Cricket lost his ball in a thicket when he was doing so well He was no lamer than a Pokemon trainer who’s turtle was beat by a snail When it was raining cats and dogs Jill went to get her pail But the poodles had all turned to ice and the rain had turned into hail They took shelter with a baby-sitter serving cough syrup and sweets Then wondered why’s the running done by noses and all the smelling done by feets! Why do cars drop shipments and ships drop cars that go? Supercalifragilisticexpeala Do! In GLove Ever wonder why cartoon ch

Perversion, death and breasts, advice from a SEAL, and our right to question everything. Image by Juergen_G from Pixabay and edited by the author I’ve successfully made it through about a fifth of the New Living Translation of the Holy Bible. About now, is when I’m getting a little leery about reading any other scriptures, as I’ve seen what happened to Pharaoh. I mean, I don’t want to go read back through the copy of the Quran I have on the shelf and end up coming down with the plague! But, if I did come down with the plague, would I be stupid enough not to burn it? Of course, this is only speculative. Isn’t this a war on literature? My co-worker Phil (hence the title Phil-osophy) made a point that something like 1.2 billion people on Earth believe in the Hindu religion. So, wouldn’t being punished for exploring their beliefs, to better understand them, be a little harsh? It’s kinda like turning your back and ignoring the others. Or, as Phil put it, basking in ignorance. Some of the