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
ROCKING CHAIR
Yield not to temptation should be emblazoned on every rocking chair Damn thing So tempting You rock you sit you rock you look think muse it is a total waste of time total! And I spend so damn much time in that rocking chair Hate the damn thing except I love it too...
JELLY BEANS
It's time for a poem that spills out on the table top like jelly beans from a container you open too quickly Except there is no table top or jelly beans just this contraption you type on and look at the screen and see no colors or moving parts nothing but words It...
CAMPFIRE
It could well be around a camp fire under the stars at night Or bedside Telling the child a tender story Or holding the hand of my very ill mother Or here with you And the story is always about what it is like to have your heart in your throat Would you tell me? You...
AGE
It is a very large sack and hard to carry and yes my back hurts but I have to carry it you do understand I have to it is with me it is not going away and I am not going to come this far after all this and not keep going even though I want to lie down and let the...
DAYDREAM
I cannot believe these people don't know who I am! Just hit a grand slam homer to win the world series hello???????? Or just bowed for the fifteenth time standing ovation for my Shakespearean virtuoso performance! And no my head is not in the clouds repeat not! Oh hey...
Stories
CURTAIN
It is lovely to walk in the neighborhood, at least at times. The air is comfortable. Sunset just concluding... Hard not to marvel at the artist who creates these visions. If necessary I bundle up a bit. Clothes are comfortable. I will wear gloves, if it is...
HANDKERCHIEF
Gwen knew she could look much prettier. Knew well she could make effort to get a bit dolled up. And, why not? Smell nice, look equally nice, have a beguiling smile. The fact she is elderly is a minor blemish, if a blemish at all. She could seek to take advantage of...
FLUTE
For B.T. Collins I am old, and he is not young. Or, he seems old, and I am not young. It is possible we are both on our last legs, except I do not have any legs. If I did I would probably turn into a centipede. He has one full leg, and one that from the knee down is...
ANGRY BITTER NEIGHBOR
I stopped and smelled the roses. My neighbor, a few doors down, has such a nice group of roses in his front yard. "Hey, get off my lawn! What the hell are you doing?" His tone really startled me. He had burst out of his front door, and was shaking his finger at me....
Son
I. TEACHER "He always sits toward the back, furthest back, with his shirt up above his mouth - " "The turtle neck." "Yes, I've noticed, the turtle neck. Reminds me of that bazooka gum, comic strip guy." "Well, it's his choice." "Mr. and Mrs. Foster, your son is...
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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