Poems, Stories, Videos/Images, and Books
We all have a window we look out from. Some times we meander. This website is intended to serve as a hearth, a park, a gathering place whether you are here alone or with one or more others. Stay awhile, and please do not be a stranger!
Ron Sokol, longtime newspaper columnist, blogger and author, welcomes any and all civilized as well as creative comments and remarks from you.
Poems
Listen to Me (Please)
If someone tries to take the air out of your balloon remember we live in air Likewise if someone tries to deflate your tire In fact let's hold hands against any savage tides Any! We can swim we came from the tides we can leap better than...
WAIT A SEC – DO YOU THINK?
There is absolutely nothing wrong with being miserable once in awhile It loves company Problem is not remaining miserable like the dew that soaks the lawn but lifts as the morning ensues Sure don't know why you all thought tying countless balloons to me would pick me...
Happy BD
What I like is she organizes makes it all look so darn good Really It has a delightful aroma as well She can put together a room that has been hit by a tornado And in turn tell you "I am the tornado's worst nightmare. Go ahead mess it all up spew debris tear things...
MONDAY MORNING
Whoever invented Monday morning should be brought to Court scolded sentenced put away for at least a day Until Tuesday We need to get rid of Monday morning and all its trappings That damn phone those incessant emails texts what do you mean I forgot to pay that bill?...
PUDDLE
The absolute most embarrassing situation was when I turned into or became a puddle Just a puddle You could touch me see me you could look even chat with me or talk to me I should say But I just turned into a puddle Full of whatever a puddle is made of at that time in...
Stories
AH HA!!!!!
I guess he had to hurry up and... leave...
A REAL BENEFIT OF THE PANDEMIC
See that ivy? Not uncommon. Give an inch... in time you are just about covered! An advantage of being quarantined, of limited activity, and limited travel, is reflection. You can notice things. Study them. Take stock of them. Ruminate and then sit down and make sure...
WINDOW SILL
The view from my window has changed. Winter has given way to spring, and with it more plants are growing, green is showing, flowers are starting to make themselves known. People walk by, some with masks on to protect against Covid 19. Some on bicycles. Many a dog...
SPRINGS ETERNAL
It was a cold winter, so the ivy decided to help and cover at least my trunk to the extent it could. Now, take a look, you will see my friend nearby is beginning to sprout green leaves. It is happening people! Spring is here. There remains a chill in the air, and...
WOO HOO!
"It hit me, like a lightning bolt!" "Wow, were you electrocuted?" "No no silly, the idea came boom -- just like that, out of nowhere!" "Oh, ok, but then what?" "I invented a cure for all unhappiness!" "Are you serious?" "No, that's the whole point! Giddy as all get...
INTERROGATOR
Sir, listen to me: What is it so startling that you have seen? Officer, a large yellow, orange ball of fire, way up there... way way up there in the sky, and it said very plainly: "Be careful!" And? Then it was quite windy. Wet. Intense! Snap of the fingers. Ok, then...
KINDRED INSTRUMENTS
Ok, so I am not so good at hyping my wares, but I have a new book, the fifth in the Kindred Series (and no not about vampires...). With Kindred Instruments the endeavor is to bring musical instruments to life. Here is one of the stories that I hope you will like. The...
DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE?
What do you see here? I am hopeful she is on her way home, and when she gets there it is warm, cheerful and she is surrounded by loved ones. I like looking at images, thinking what they suggest, what they show, what they mean. Not always, but often, it is good...
THE FOOTNOTE SPEAKETH!
"To start with, son, you're not even in the main story. By definition you're on the periphery. Barely a stand-in. You get scooped up in that old style carnival glass thing, when the shovel picks up something no one really wants. A footnote. My kid is a cotton...
CELLO
I am a rather large bass cello. A double bass. My player (the cellist) lays me on my side when he takes a break. His moustache, by the way, actually looks like a bow. We have joked that my bow is made out of his whiskers. His name is Samuel. My very good friend over...
Videos/Images
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Spirit
The lamppost asks: "Do you see the dog as well?"
Beetball
Beethoven and baseball collide!
Retrieval
Somewhere over the rainbow
Vin Scully
Trees
"Is man a tree of the field?"
Deutoronomy 22:1
Vaya!
She has risen
Surf
It's 2 am somewhere!
Missing
I miss my dog
Landscapes
Seek and play ball
Shepherd
Books
These musical instruments are very much alive, and share their experiences with us, their ups and downs, their interaction with the world. Open the pages here to dine with tuba and trombone. Meet the violin who is going to soon be gifted to a true master. A piccolo who becomes a stand-up comedienne, no less. The flute held in the one hand of a war vet. Don't miss the harp as she laments her wild and inspired owner who insists on playing in the midst of a construction site. This is the fifth in the Kindred series which started with the well known remark that applies so well here: "Oh do not ask what it is, let us go and make our visit..."
This is the fourth in the Kindred series, preceded by Kindred Stories, Kindred Mischief, and Kindred Angels.
Ron Sokol did not ask to have friends who are lamp posts. They reached out to him. He resisted. They persisted. They kept at him. Finally, it was time, it became time, to share some of the stories with you. Please note, though, that any resemblance of a lamp post to anyone or anything known, existing, living or otherwise, is purely coincidental. The same cannot quite be said about Ron.
The third in the Kindred series finds two angels selected to come to Earth to observe, learn, evaluate, interact, and then report back to God so that life on this planet with all these creatures and things, and all the stuff always going on, might well improve. Now, if the two angels thought this was going to be a fun excursion, they were a bit optimistic. Follow Leonard and Ellen (who goes by "L"), and who don't get along all that well at any given time, as they pay a visit to earth, explore a lot of nooks and crannies, before returning home to give their big report.
What’s the point of always being intelligent, or sophisticated, or really anything but silly? Mischief is a good thing. Zaniness is its own reward. And drawing, even if you can’t even connect the dots, you can emote. Emoting is a good thing. It’s all good. Really! Hey, put that baseball bat down. Wait a second, did you say “Don’t”? Oh nooooo! That’s the worst thing you could say!!!!
Do not ask what is it. Let us go and make our visit. This is an invitation to Kindred Stories. From moonlight surfing to images in a window, from the lamppost that beckons to ivy that insists it has great understanding, from the piano player singing in the middle of the world to the lighthouse that helps us to get home, or does it? No one can live without a heart, although some try to. Welcome. Let me introduce you to someone you may know. Someone you may know well, possibly you.
This whole thing about dogs don’t live all that long, but we know to cherish the time we have with them anyway... Wait a second. This is about a trial lawyer. If he can get his way to dog heaven, there is no doubt he will convince them to return his dog to earth. He is on a mission, the grief is just way too much, and it is as simple as that! Well...isnt it?
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