Log Entry for January 1st —- December 31st 2025 The ball dropped, toasts were made, The weather cold but sunny, Than an evil cretin in the Big Easy, Fifteen poor souls lost, no part of this is funny. Radicalized American – ISIS fan, Foul terrorist operations, Looks like we forgot too soon About the clash […]

Gentle Readers, there was an erroneous post the last time the Boomers decided to swap sea-stories and let the Zoomers put out the holiday edition in which they assumed Arrias had passed away since he is about as old as some of the Old Salts around the Conference table. He is not only still ambient […]

Arrias is no longer with us to do the celebrating today. He was a shipmate in uniform and in the publishing game and his memory is kept alive at Socotra House, but is recalled with fondness. We have a copy of his collected works on life in modern America on display on the conference table […]

I looked out on the back, there was a young doe under the maples, a shaft of sunlight through the trees despite the clouds above – as if out a master’s painting of a forest scene, but there is already a scattering of gold and red leaves Autumn Approaches Speckled sunlight filters through the trees,A […]

I wasn’t sure until this morning, but… I drove up to Arlington today for a funeral, then came home – long drive, but necessary… Roses in the Stone Garden Place the rose on the ground, By the flower of stone, So many stones, row on row, Dear Lord, how they have grown. I placed roses […]

A heavy chorus of cicadas as I walked Rosey – it was almost as if they were singing two parts – scores would click away for perhaps a second or two – must have been hundreds of them, a slight pause, then another section of the choir with a different pitch for a second or […]

His Muse tickled his fingertips as the word of the storm came in. “A foot of rain in a couple days.” Morning, Fools! Welcome, April! Spring Storm The rain begins to fall Heavy drops on the window pane, Black clouds in a flat black sky, A flash of lightning again. A spring storm has come […]

I was out in the garden today – an absolutely gorgeous spring day in the Great Dismal Swamp… Everything is growing and budding and it is deliciously warm out! Welcome Spring The sun is out, the ground is warm, Day lilies pushing up, My Muse and I in the garden, At the door one of […]

A silver Moon in a lapis sky, Perhaps a hint of frost, But tree frogs chirp to greet the dawn, And winter’s hard edge seems lost. Small buds seem to fill all the trees, Though the grass is still brown and dead, And no daffodils or day Lillies yet, But all the trees are tipped […]