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A warm evening ramble

Shadows stretch across a mid morning lit field.
Shadows stretch across a mid morning lit field.
From a path less traveled

i have just come in from a walk around creek’s 6 acres. no one is about. a gusting wind pushes from the south. mmm. south south west perhaps.

tonight the wind will turn to the north west and the hot summer weather will end. tomorrow I will wake to early fall. as it should be. it is the middle of september.

heavy metal cloud scuds across a light grey sky. in an hour it will be black. but for now. now I walk amongst the trees I have tended. the fields I have mown, planted, harvested. down the lane I have laid. scraped. blown. dragged. dug down and built up.

the farmer was by. we talked. he mowed my front field. and rolled the grass into round bales. bales the size of old volkswagons. he left me two. i hadn’t even noticed as I traced my way on my sunshine filled morning shop. i spot them as I come back again.

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Nefarious beasties

Idle thoughts disturbed

I’m sitting in a chair in the shade of an apple tree and thinkin’ some on a piece of plastic trim for the chalet siding that doesn’t fit, dang, when my musings are interrupted by two nefarious beasties.

The first beastie is a turkey. Two nights ago the turkey was roosting in said apple tree. when I came out of the studio to go to bed in the chalet I startled him and he burst into flight. I was neither shaken nor stirred. It was just another cherished moment of off grid life.

Today, whilst I muse, the turkey has crept up behind me, five feet away. No. More like 10 or 12 feet away. He’s making that chirping sound. Just a simple one note, not 1/5th of a second long. An inquiry. Hey. Hey. In human translation talk. Maybe look, look. Here, here. I don’t know.

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The Dinner Party

The Dinner Party
A short vignette by Kelvin "creeky" Hodges

As we finished our meal the men, mostly neighborhood friends, had exhausted talk of our new cars, the money we were making, the stock market rally, when my wife interrupted our bullshit session with the command to listen to what this hunched thing perched near the end of the table had to say.

She would find these creatures. Often poor, usually odiferous, to drag to our parties in the hope that their presence would provide some glamour to her reputation for cultivating an artistic temperament. Typically they were writers, unpublished, or artists, unshown. Dreary things.

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Sunshine travels

Sunshine travels
(a variation on a theme)
A science fiction tale by Kelvin "creeky" Hodges

You made it.


Fantastic. How?

Nova deposition.


Only 47 per cent of my routines have arrived so far.

Oh. So are you capable of understanding?

Possibly. I’m trying to, relearn.

I would share.

But then I wouldn’t be who I am.

Even if that’s half of you.

Half of me is pure me. Not so 1/2 me 1/2 you.

The two vibrations shared a sparkling of energy. The first was purple, the second woven in with gold.

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