“It was Nancy!”

Word Salad refers to a phrase

of writings while done in a daze

by tortured souls on vacation

from reality’s stagnation.

Besides, it’s ever so fun

to let one’s ink pen run

–or e’en allow one’s own mouth

to spit out these words uncouth.

So from the loony bin atop the hill,

here’s my midnight rantings spill:

Let’s see–now I’ve said it, what’ll I do?

In tune with trends in our nation

I’ll usurp truth’s validation

and tell you I’m fine and losing weight.

Funny, I wasn’t religious til I seen

the Anti-Christ on the golf course green.

I’m scared to turn on the teevee for fear

I’ll see me on there, shedding a tear.

Their algorithm aimed at all,

like a well-aimed bowling ball.

Now suspicious of my  Facebook Friend,

perhaps this year will see the end.

Hope not.  Where there’s a lucid will

there’s a way, they say….Much more

fun not to have to rhyme, they also say.

Had a nightmare. I heard Trump say

“Tis the morning of Aquarius!”  I know

what that means….Not.

Maybe it’s just a fly by night discovery, but it was true today so I thought I’d share it.

I was headed for a fairly big depression–big for me, that is–and I even shed a tear or two.

Then I had to tend to my blog, of course, and a post required a “bird in hand,”  so I clicked on bird images.  And spent perhaps 30 minutes of the best anti-depression therapy I ever received.  It was beauty that did it.  Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous.  I’d like to know if  it works for anyone else out there.

          There’s so much bitterness, hate and rage washing over America and much (most?) of the world today that I think we need a new target to drain away the poison numbing  our hearts. That’s why I think maybe we should renew our belief in Satan, and let the dam overflow down the River Styx and sink hell in the universe’s sewer, and leave a space for love.

Image: Manish Dhru on Pexels

Just marvelous–all of it. Thank you for penning and sharing. I’m reblogging

TODAY is the last day of Public Access television in Athens, Ohio, and I am mourning.  It was such a beautiful concept and contributed so much to those who watched regularly and those camcorder artists/enthusiasts who volunteered their time and creativity to the project.  My heart is too involved in it to share a rational unbiased version of causes of its demise, but I’d like to as a townsperson thank Bob and Lois Whealey for their two separate weekly shows, relative latecomer Alexa Ross who bore almost the entire volunteer load to the end, commedienne Jane Penwell , co-producer with me of Athens Kaleidoscope, and backwards in time to the great and talented Ken Dobo, Jamie Tevis and Joe Agranoff for Friends and Neighbors, the Junior Producers and Richard Sams with their call in shows, John Spofforth, and the many creative Athenians who stepped up to the plate as volunteer producers.  …and Charlie Grubbs as Indian Charley and his nature shows; I must stop because there are so many Athenians who welcomed and utilized and watched and produced as volunteers the life and doings of those of us in this small appalachian university town…and the Video Volunteer action group who raised funds in the early days through bake sales and yard sales.

My own introduction to the great creative palette that was Public Access was in 1989, when my son left the house headed for the Rec Center, and within a half hour to my surprise I saw him appear for the first time on the talk fest with Ken Dobo and others on Ken’s  Trouble on the Network Show.  There were annual awards nights and… I’ll shut up and either share a link or present Steve Zarate who sang both early on and recently the song he wrote and played, “The Public Access Song” for the last time: