In So Many Words…

I prefer the succinct to the loquacious.

In my book Emotions: Not your Mama’s ABC’s! I have taken the genre of the short story and synthesized it. Distilling the product to deliver an entire story within the lines of just a few carefully constructed sentences and paragraphs.

I derived my main writing style and inspiration from Charles Bukowski.

I remember reading his Dangling in the Tournefortia shaking my head as I found myself shocked into submission page by page by his descriptors and I could see myself sitting at his little square kitchen table with only a small broken fan sitting between us as we drank beer and whiskey at 7am.

He painted a smell of the back streets of skid row in Los Angeles that is hard to get out of your clothes, like sitting and drinking all day and night in a dingy bar with a perpetual four-foot cloud of cigarette smoke hanging above the sticky floors.

Check out this short-short-short love story:

Move Away

          God, you are beautiful. As usual. On my way here, I was thinking about our first date. How you made me laugh. I felt so comfortable. We must have laughed for hours. Who’d have thought that fifteen years later you’d still be laughing—or at least pretending to laugh—at my corny old jokes? Of course I remember the dress. I BOUGHT it for you in Cabo San Lucas last year. Now THAT was a day to remember. The thing I remember most about that day was getting caught in that afternoon shower with you. I recall pulling you close and kissing your sweet soft lips. The water was perfect. Deep. Turquoise blue like your eyes. I remember the pact we made that day to move away to Cabo…To move away…Move away…

“Please move away from the casket, son. Let the others see her too.”


The weather is awesome and I am planning to go golfing next week so I’m getting pretty excited about that.

Seventy degrees.


No wind.

And I’ll probably lose at least two golf balls.

So I understand JoJo gave a rousing speech last night if you listen to Karen’s version. I had more important things to do.

College football.

I said long ago that it did not matter who was in office, Republican or Democrat, they would face a no-win situation. Give Biden credit for trying at least.

That is something Obama tried once. And only once. When he reached his hand across the aisle, he got it slapped back in his face.

So he quit.

He stopped trying.

But he could talk shit.


Definitely one of the greatest orators who ever sat in the White House, but a very ineffective president.

So Democrats, enjoy the rest of your stay if you are able to keep your spots at the table, because it changes back in ’24.

And not necessarily for the better.

Careful what you ask for.

Here’s a morning wake and bake session:

Don’t Dream its Over

Stay well.

Published by maddogg09

I am an unmotivated genius with an extreme love for anything that moves the emotional needles of our lives.

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