Summer Camp

“Well color me happy!” Grampa said. He held the rock up to the light and it shnined through, accentuating the rock’s lacy layers. “It sure is red,” I said. “This is a Lake Superior Agate. Don’t usually find ‘em this part of Lake Huron.” I slid my cold hand into his large one. He wrapped … Continue reading Summer Camp

Portmanteau

"We're deplaning now. Please utilize the exit at the front of the plane." "Deplaning, ugh." "Only because 'disembarking' is too long," Steve said. "It's not a real word!" "It started in 1923." I considered this for about a nanosecond. "Slithy." "Now who's making up words," he said. "Lewis Carroll. Lithe and slimy smashed together." "The … Continue reading Portmanteau

The Ridiculosity

This is a homophonic translation of Non sono in queste rive by Torquato Tasso. I'm sharing it because I laughed myself silly when I read the finished product. The idea is to find a poem in a foreign language and read it aloud and write down the words that it sounds like. It's a great … Continue reading The Ridiculosity

Beginning and Ending

The chemical relationship ionized dreams and lifted hopes. Though they were fraught with isotopes, the shared events were joyous. The spiral and complex weekends did not need explaining. Soon, the data showed cursed elements. The erasure of the happy road became a periodic part of each day. A metallic ploy mandated a unique wall; each … Continue reading Beginning and Ending

Words

Some stupid made up words come into existence by spontaneous generation, like de-planing. I'll spare you my rant on that one. I can't stop stupid-word-spontaneous-generation, otherwise known as stuspontination. I can fight it with clever made up words, clevords. This is not a new idea. My words are called pormanteau words. We use a lot … Continue reading Words