Mickey Newbury Web Board
Mickey Newbury Web Board
Home | Profile | Register | Active Topics | Members | Search | FAQ
Username:
Password:
Save Password
Forgot your Password? | Admin Options

 All Forums
 The Back Porch
 Open Topic
 The Nightly Vigil
 New Topic  Reply to Topic
 Printer Friendly
Previous Page | Next Page
Author  Topic Next Topic
Page: of 165 Lock Topic Edit Topic Delete Topic New Topic Reply to Topic

buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 02/11/2020 :  12:38:52  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Margaret came upstairs and found him
sitting in the rocker just
looking out the window at a hawk
flying over the yard and
beyond that to the river.
He seemed sad.

She thought of a rhyme...
Eighty two and nothing left to do.
Did he have regrets?
Were they his own or for his sons?
Were they because he had no grandchildren?
Were they because his friends kept dying?

Or was it just a peaceful moment after breakfast
and nothing much was wrong?

Margaret knew.
She shared the same life.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning in March
looking down at the Hudson River.

Nothing much was wrong...

2009


Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 02/19/2020 :  20:03:32  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
-The ghost ship Alta adrift on rolling seas beside The Flying Dutchman washes ashore on the rocky coast of my mother's County.

-And the Star of India in dry dock for her once-every-decade inspection returns to berth at the Embarcadero Friday morning. An unscheduled day off from school.

-At the other end of the spectrum... Space X Dragon capsule will launch four "tourists" into orbit 500 to 750 miles above Earth next year. "No professional pilot or astronaut required because the Dragon is autonomous. But passengers will be able to control the spacecraft if required," says Space Adventures spokeswoman, Stacey Tearne. Round trip ticket price approximately $35 million. "Worth every penny and more," from Guy Laliberte of Cirque du Soleil who made a similar trip in 2009.



Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 02/19/2020 :  20:11:18  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Ocotillo at flash-point. Cellophane-crackle air. "Desert heat..." he says. "But the nights sneak in and cool quickly. An' nothin' out there is tame or sleeping. Somethin' to keep in your mind." "No Rain Road," she says. "Helicopters dropping hay on the hill when the first fat drops hit the windshield." "Yes..." he says. "Yes!" "Adrenalin rush," she says. "Frisson on the back of my neck and knees." "Smoke on the page..." he says. "Fire."
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 02/19/2020 :  20:15:51  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Storm-stained month. Rain in a valley of citrus perfume. Mist in the leaves. Glistening branches. She's listening under cloud glow. Slow drops dripping from the eaves. He leans forward with the tips of his fingers together, elbows resting on his knees. His mouth a straight line. His mind against hers, pressing. "That's the plan..." he says, "...that sound right to you...?"
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 02/26/2020 :  16:33:44  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Nantucket water. Wide ocean edged with ports of call. Wise Eamon keeps a shop by the wharves down on Easy Street. He sells old maps and navigational gear. Has a chow dog named Tucson with a head as big as a lion's who follows him everywhere. Tucson has a black tongue and licks ice cream off the cobbles. "Can you keep a secret?" Eamon asks, and I nod my head. "Tucson ran away from the circus," Eamon says, and puts his fingers to his lips. "Don't you tell anyone." Together we walk to the bank Friday afternoons where Tucson jumps up at the teller's window. The teller calls him by name. She's inside a cage and not afraid of him. Sometimes I am.
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 02/26/2020 :  17:09:04  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"White pictures..." he says. "Snow in the air and on the Avenue," she says. Newspaper stuffed in the windows. The studio cold. Too many clothes on the rack. A long day with the light manufactured. 'The LOOK now, kid,' Ted shouts. He tosses a Sky Bar and sets the coffeepot on the hot plate. Deadline lunch. We'll be many people today. Like those nomads off Revolución," she says. "Shapeshifters all." "Other lives..." he says. "Don't let them get in the way."

Edited by - Ailinn on 03/21/2020 19:41:44
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 02/29/2020 :  19:14:30  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Puzzle on the table. Bluedark sky. Corner pieces missing. Scattered world full of holes. She burns little bundles of white sage in abalone bowls. Tosses the ashes to the wind. Sweeps the threshold and listens to the sand-blown road. Glass beads shiver in the window. Tiny flasks of faceted light. His wet canvases glisten down the hall.
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 02/29/2020 :  19:20:38  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Talk about this now," he says with the brush between his teeth. Moon climbing higher over his cameo town. Peach to pearl to silver. The house all knee braces and corbels. "Gonna wake up some midnight, know what I'm sayin... That's the plan," he says, "...the bright one that's moving."

Edited by - Ailinn on 07/29/2020 18:59:32
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 02/29/2020 :  19:28:56  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
When I turn six my father buys me a pair of saddle shoes. White and brown leather with bubblegum-pink soles. And a little wooden box to shine them. I polish them every night. Careful not to get the brown on the white. Brigid says God doesn't approve of "street shoes" at Mass and insists I wear Maryjanes. God doesn't care, I tell her. God walks barefoot on the clouds. "Stubborn girl!" she scolds. Brigid wears silent brown oxfords so you can't hear her coming. "Laugh before breakfast. Cry before dinner," she says. I wear them anyway.

Edited by - Ailinn on 03/21/2020 19:38:39
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 02/29/2020 :  19:36:01  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"...banged over all up an' down... Fightin' days. What you run to or away from. Sooooo... Talk to me," he says. "Jus' think out loud.." "When I was a girl I practiced kissing on the back of my hand," she says, and he laughs. His journey-bound profile. His soft leather jacket on the back of the chair when the bubble glides to the center of the level.
Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 03/06/2020 :  10:33:12  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Rev, Any place you land is a good place. Even if the beach is fog-bound. Even if you don't know where you're touching the ground. It's not drifting out that's dangerous. The tide will bring you back in. It's not knowing where the bottom is. Churning in the wave. Trying to get enough breath before you're caught in the next one. The board is attached to your ankle with a leash. It floats. It can also hit you in the head. The trick is knowing when to kick free. Today's surf was choppy. Paddle out, snap up, ride in quick. Or wipe out and eat some sand. Some days you eat a lot of sand. " Ailinn


Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 03/06/2020 :  17:12:01  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
March 6, 2020

Surf report for Swami's
Air 63,water 60
Full wets recommended
8mph gentle, onshore
First light 5:43am (foggy)
Sunrise 6:07am (foggy)
Sunset 5:52pm
Last light 6:16pm

All that changes Sunday.

Dear Reverend B,
No matter how much sand you eat the goal is to stay in that rolling green room. Fingers are brakes, remember.
Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 03/07/2020 :  16:27:54  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Manana and Manana

1)
Tomorrow I will quit drinking
I always told her
But tomorrow never came.

Now it is here and
She is gone.
Alone now with my precious whiskey
Yes, alone in the back of the saloon
In the dark

How does one live Artistically
with a green bottle?
How does one dance a
Newbury Waltz with a
only a memory?

There will be some
Bullet holes in the ceiling
Come morning...

2)
It has been a long night.
I watch the crow as it watches me.

He is waiting for me
To show desperation
But it is not
Going to happen.

I have been down this road before and
I know that the water is
Just ahead.
As long as the fire still
Burns I will have a chance.

Some nights last forever.....



Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 03/07/2020 :  17:16:42  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
...and some dreams never die.
Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 03/17/2020 :  12:03:28  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
https://youtu.be/YOwNHlS27Xk


Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 03/21/2020 :  18:44:15  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Iron fences in little church yards," she says. "Stone walls and itinerant angels. A chandeliered ballroom with cheeky waiters. Wavy hair falling in their faces. Musical laughter when they terrify me with demon tales. "The blood's mortal plight..." says Dairmuid, the boldest of three. "Death's greedy fingers. Banshees behind your door. Far Darrig under your bed." They hide their teeth in glee and horror. When I wake in the middle of the night I'm afraid to put my feet on the floor. In their crisp white shirts and long black aprons I'm fervently devoted to them." Late nights. Lights from the boat on the water.

Edited by - Ailinn on 02/11/2021 17:30:48
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 03/22/2020 :  18:10:14  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Apparition," he winks. "But how...?" she asks. "Shhh...he says, "...a secret." Mischief alive when he raises his eyebrows. The fire in stained glass. The transparent tablecloth's sun-pierced weave. Light lifting the edges making it appear to move. Up close she can see places where he touched the canvas. His fingerprints where the brush wasn't enough.
Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 03/22/2020 :  19:41:30  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Since we may die soon anyway, and I can’t get eggs or potatoes, I made a milkshake with chocolate milk and Haagen Daz vanilla bean ice cream for breakfast.
It was so good i almost fainted.


Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 03/22/2020 :  19:43:41  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It's a Helluva thing,
Infantile paralysis of the soul
Hardening of the hearteries
Fear in the dead of nite
so real it has teeth.

Immunity temporarily misplaced
Drastic change daily.
Pendulums fight for the last spot on stage.
Terry cloth cavaliers catch lost generations.
Home on the range on the carnival calliope.
Many rivers crossed but still swimming.

Do ya
do ya
do ya
wanna dance
under the moonlight?


Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 04/02/2020 :  16:09:34  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
See that silver lining
That's where the sun is shining
As sure as there is a heaven
There will be a brighter day
Go to Top of Page
Page: of 165  Topic Next Topic   Lock Topic Edit Topic Delete Topic New Topic Reply to Topic
Previous Page | Next Page
 New Topic  Reply to Topic
 Printer Friendly
Jump To:
Mickey Newbury Web Board © 2003 Mickeynewbury.com Go To Top Of Page
Snitz Forums 2000