Author: Vic Socotra

Life & Island Times: Anger and Distrust in Savannah

Damn, I wish you were here to enjoy this beautiful Savannah weather with me. It is early winter, and things are finally beginning to die. It is wonderful to be out in the crisp air, with the leaves turning dark yellow, and the warmth draining out of the sunlight and big natural gas log fires […]

Phantasy Patches From Long Ago

Editor’s Note: Fired up the old laptop down at the Farm, and look at what showed up. A long time ago, in a place very far away. I don’t think I would have changed a thing. Welcome 2018! – Vic

Arrias: Under Qualified?

Editor’s Note: Arrias takes a last outing in bedraggled 2017. I join him in wishing you a happy and prosperous 2018! – Vic Under Qualified? I have some really smart friends who send me things to read. Last week one sent an article about the President’s plans for modernizing the nation’s transportation infrastructure – roads, […]

Life & Island Times: You Know You Are Getting Old When . . .

Editor’s Note: First out of the box from Marlow for Bold, Brave and so far Beautiful 2018! – Vic You randomly search the web for a band from way-back-when whose song just shuffled along past your ears to discover that a key member passed away without you knowing it. You consider factoring mortality into your […]

The Last Page

(Amanda, along with Brian, Laura, Jason, Sean, Arrian and Shea, kept us in good spirits for nearly two years). I must say, our merry band of Refugees have conducted a remarkably successful campaign to destroy our favorite watering holes in the Ballston neighborhood of Arlington County. Any place we like gets shuttered muy pronto. Our […]

Life & Island Times: Faster Bikes

Editor’s Note: Marlow’s last outing of this strange year. Time for a little reflection. And aged Whiskey. Happy New Year! – Vic I’m an old school motorbike rider, you gotta understand You can see my eyes are clouding over, my face no longer tan Stooped back and gait hobbled by too many miles on my […]

Dunkirk and the Darkest Hour

There was snow on the ground here in Arlington when my bleary eyes popped open this morning. I have developed a new sleep pattern- in bed fairly early, then awake in the small hours to read for a while, and then taking the second installment of a good night’s sleep (GNS). Consequently, rather than rising […]

Japan-gazer Update

平成29年12月28日 = (29TH YEAR OF HESEI ERA, 12TH MONTH, 28TH DAY) – – – – – = This week’s poem: 大晦日の焚き火 (O-Misoka No Taki-Bi/New Year’s Eve Fire) Votives and charms, last year’s luck, Are burned at the shrine In an old metal drum… Fortune’s smoke wafts and curls Up into what will become… { From […]

Swamp Postcard: 2017 on Parade

Oh goodness. It is starting again as the clock ticks inexorably toward the new year. The lists- you know, the significant things that define a very strange year. I can’t grapple with it all. It began with the Russia Collusion scandal- or whatever it is. There were calls for the President’s impeachment before he even […]

Smoke ‘Em (If You Got ‘Em)

Christmas Eve already. Amazing how the time flies, isn’t it? I have a string of lights out on the patio and a festive light shining on the pumpkin on the porch. The World’s Most Pathetic Christmas tree spreads it wire-and-green needles in the corner with some merry colored lights to buoy my seasonal spirits even […]