Fiction, Last Word, Writing

A Couple of Choices


I'm still here. Been busy as a bee. And I need your help. But before we get to that... we have to digress a bit. <Digression Alert: But why are bees always represented as being busy? Why not busy as an ant? Have you ever seen an ant lying around goofing off? No, right? But… Continue reading A Couple of Choices

Humour, Last Word, Miscellany

Socks


Not the cat.... You know this, already. No cats allowed at SloWord. This one is dedicated to actual socks, the things you wear on your feet. Like this one. Contrary to what you may be thinking, I am perfectly sane. Socks are mysterious creatures. They are prone to a half-life without the means of radioactivity.… Continue reading Socks

Humour, Last Word, Pomes

An Anthology of Personal Poetry


Since I hear no clamor from publishers wanting to publish anything written by me, I have decided to publish my "poetry" here. I suspect it will make them look quite silly. That is, if this blog is on their reading list. Most of these lines appeared as throwaways on assorted Facebook groups. When you read… Continue reading An Anthology of Personal Poetry

Last Word, Miscellany, Writing

Zero to Six in Five and a Bit Minutes.


You already know that I was born. "Well, duh!", you say, "how else would you be writing this rubbish?" Yes, your head is screwed on right and all those wires and things are mostly connected right. However, the mere fact that you're still continuing to read this means that all is not well. I mean,… Continue reading Zero to Six in Five and a Bit Minutes.

Last Word, Writing

A Post About ME


I started off by writing a major told-you-so post about #Trump and #Elections2016. Wanna read what I wrote? Head over to the bottom of this post. I'll put it there in italics. Not that it matters. We can only look ahead now. No use, as no one in my family used to say, whining because… Continue reading A Post About ME

Humour, Last Word, Miscellany

The Second Annual Birthmonth Festival


As you may remember, most of you very carefully and diligently ignored the First Annual Birthmonth Festival. Now here is your chance to do so again. Yes, there is a difference. The last time around your indifference lasted a whole month. This time around, given that the world's collective attention span is shorter than Trump's fingers,… Continue reading The Second Annual Birthmonth Festival

Last Word, Miscellany

Little Red Writer – 1


One day, Little Red Writer decided to write poetry. Now, poetry is very hard to do. Little Red Writer was little and unschooled. He had some words in his bag and he wanted to show his words to his granny, Facebook. Little Red Writer knew that poetry has rules. These are to be followed and sometimes broken.… Continue reading Little Red Writer – 1

Fiction, Last Word

Right Hand Man – Chapter 3


Chapter 1 Chapter 2 The heavy black car eased slowly down the street. Fatty craned his neck left and right to inspect the houses as he steered the car. Beside him, Goon sat impassively in the passenger seat. "Not the most upscale neighborhood, Chief.", remarked Fatty. "Don't call me chief.", Goon stared straight ahead. "Ok,… Continue reading Right Hand Man – Chapter 3

Last Word, Miscellany

Stocktaking


Stock taking is the business of figuring what you do have on hand. There was a time in my life when I was fooled into thinking I should be an accountant. I spent many a time walking around in 38c weather in sunny and shadeless factories, with a tape measure and a piece of chalk,… Continue reading Stocktaking

Last Word, Miscellany

Rushin’ Retirement


I met this lady online who reads this blog. From all accounts, she loves the posts. With her birthday coming up, she requested that I write a post and dedicate it to her. For her birthday. Which is today. March 7th. Well, who am I to refuse a request for an article from a female… Continue reading Rushin’ Retirement