“Where wisdom reigns, there is no conflict between thinking and feeling.” — Carl Jung


Woman walks into a bar.
Church bells are playing on the radio in my head.
No melody to speak of.

She pauses behind each patron.
Barely brushes their backs with her fingertips.
Walks on.
I’m up now. A shiver shakes me.

She sits.

Why me?
I want your energy.
And what do I get in return?
Sexual pleasure.

I’m holding a Simon and Garfunkel album first released in 1966.
Without thinking I slit the plastic sleeve.
Damn! Now I’ll have to buy it.
“Hello darkness my old friend. I’ve come to talk with you again.”

It began with Rome.
Rome wasn’t…

They’re really mangoes

Four papayas lie
nestled in a nut brown bowl.
Who are you, really?

My name is Prank.

And my name is Frank.

We’re Prankenfrank.

No, we’re Frankenprank.


Frankenprank! Let me be frank, Prank.

You’re already Frank, Frank.


Baby Zeus lay hunkered down in a locker in Snoopy’s doghouse.

One day baby Zeus pulled a prank on Snoopy. Unfortunately, the prank went horribly wrong, as sometimes pranks do, but that’s a tale for another time.

Baby Zeus grew up to be quite the prankster. Among his many children were Prank and Frank. On the outside, Frank and Prank were ridiculously one-dimensional. …


World’s end is at hand.
Are you right with your maker?
Now in paperback!


Booze and drugs and sex
and money and religion…
try all twenty-eight!


The gallows await. Mom insists you wear a necktie.

“But mom, they’re going to hang me!

“You’re not going to hell looking like some bum. I want you to look nice.

“But, mom!

“Don’t mom me, young man. Now… which knot suits you? Hmmm… you always had a bulbous head… let’s do the Kelvin Knot!”

Stop dancing. Time has stopped. Stop. Please stop. Just stop! Stop.

“Mom, what’s that symbol on your forehead? A necktie… what‘s it mean?

“Oh, that. No one knows…do you know? Anyway, some think it’s a robot face done sideways, others think it’s a computer port…


As with Divine truths so also with colours, we see them as they appear to be, not as they really are.
j. stuart bogg

Being alone in this room with you is like a C major hanging out with an E minor. Modulation called for. Numbers rule. Not so with colors. Even primary colors wiggle round and round via words.

“That watercolor of a river back there look like oil to you? I could swear it was oil until I got close.”

“Paint’s been around far longer than I have. Can we move on now”

In my house there are…

Encounter with a giant bratwurst


One day, a long long time ago…

…actually it was yesterday…


Just yesterday Nuri and Aidan decided to take a spin above Mar-a-Lago.

(Nuri and Aidan are dragons. Not your run-of-the-mill dragons. These are Disney dragons. Still, I advise readers not to mess with them. Their breath stinks.)

Nuri, what is that sausage thing peeking through the clouds dead ahead?

I dunno. Let’s check it out.

It looks like a giant bratwurst.

Let’s get closer. Stay behind me. It may be… dangerous.

What creature is this?!

It’s a blimp!

A what?

A blimp. Look!

Ooooh! That’s wild.


Sit down, everyone. Please sit down.

Who is this guy?



I am Ox.

I am Pox?



It’s okay, Sin. I can handle this.

Sorry. Will there be free eats when we’re done here?

We’ll talk about it later, okay?

Okay. Sorry. It’s just that I haven’t eaten in a while.

I summoned all of you here for one reason.

Please, get to the point already. I need to practice my scales.

Me too! And my fangs need cleaning. I’m suffering from death breath.


Pssst. If he doesn’t get to the point soon I’m…

Jeffrey Field

It ain't what you think. Former newsman, car salesman, teacher. Everything is Thou, if you so allow it. You can find some of it at https://youtu.be/w6RtVjMDHzE

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store