Year: 2017

Life & Island Times: Cheesy Motel

Editor’s note: Plain everyday observation and recording of yesterday’s long ago road roam came in dribs and drabs in the author’s journal over many years. Most was a kind of reporting, actually a remembering of the ‘seeing,’ ‘hearing’ and ‘feeling’ from that one night. It was carefully transcribed on found scraps of paper whenever the […]

Arrias on Politics: Watchers at the Gate

Presidents are charged to defend the Constitution. Virtually all of them have stated at one time or another that their prime duty, which comes before all others, is to defend the nation. But defending the nation begins with recognition of threats, and then an acceptance of certain risks. For each president the acceptable level of […]

Why One

Peter was behind the bar, which means that this undated interview happened sometime before he either got fired or decamped downtown on his own volition. There is no one who could pour a more infuriating martini- the surface tension alone held the precious liquid in the glass, making it almost impossible to take the first […]

Life and Island Times: Road Room

The room was one of those certain places where road pilgrims sometimes find themselves. They are located in an unseen world of lost opportunity, health and fortune. Most are found within two floors of artless, right-angled shelter that guests look at as a kind of oasis. Modern America sparks from multiple collisions of its tradition […]

DET ALPHA

(Sabrina, spiritualist and vendor of spirits behind the Willow Bar). Sabrina was on duty behind the Willow bar. She is an intensely spiritual mixologist, and you can always get your palm read or get an account of the full karmic impact of whatever is happening on our side of the bar from her. Saturn was […]

Port Visit

Harbor park bench Cup of Shizuoka tea Cormorant floats On a placid sea copyright J.P.N. | Poetry, Etc., From Kanagawa, South of Tokyo, Japan www.carllafong.blogspot.jp

Old Navy

Mac did not have a good weekend, nothing bad, but the Docs had taken beer away from him again. Boomer had the shift off to do family business, and Big Jim was covering for her along with Liz-with-an-S. There was energy in town, the elections and the partisans on both sides had become irritating. It […]

Life and Island Times: Desert Roads

After a brief blast on the interstate that morning, the newly reformed trio exited the world of slab concrete super highways and cement overpass columns to wander through the open country. They would sometimes be rolling on barely visible, dust coated roads, where only occasional ruins bespoke the ancient presences that required a road to […]

Out Of Sight

Somewhere out in the desert Where dead end trails lead Dreambirds dance on rocks Toad eats a centipede copyright J.P.N. | Poetry, Etc., From Kanagawa, South of Tokyo, Japan www.carllafong.blogspot.jp

The FIRST Fleet

(COMNAVAIRPAC Headquarters, Naval Air Station North Island, Coronado, CA). Boomer was behind the Willow bar, and she was pouring with abandon. I had not had a good day at the office, and it was a relief to her about what her kids were up to, how her Dad was doing, and the rest of the […]