a thank you to all my readers

it was nice to see recent visits to thelostkerryman from a wide variety of places…like Oman, Sweden, Ukraine, Mongolia, Belarus, Finland, and Norway. it is amazing that in some way, my writing can touch someone so far away…

but i want to take the time to thank all of my readers, those who have been faithful, and those who are new to thelostkerryman. i am not the star here on wordpress, but i have the heart of a writer. it does make me happy to pour out a new piece, no matter how sober, silly, or unique it may be. as you may have learned, i am a serious/giddy writer with eccentric tastes- for some of you they are- but really simply a loving heart beneath it all.

wordpress is indeed a godsend; i am grateful that those who manage the system have been able to do a fine job- most of the time- despite an explosion in blogging, and an unusual clientele.

may all the blessings of God be with you…

Slan go foill- so long for now

“The 200,” or “Your favorite posts from thelostkerryman”

This is my 200th blog post on the lostkerryman. It is certainly not my last, and I suspect that you and I will have much to say to each other over the course of the next few years. Without you, my audience, I am the sound of one step creaking in an empty house- one chickadee flying alone in a windstorm- one spark plug discarded along the road side.

Perhaps it is time for a little reflection. I was musing over my top twelve favorite posts, and quite frankly, as an author, I am entirely too biased- they’re all great (after all, I deleted the idiotic ones). That is why I am inviting every reader to travel back in time as you have read my posts and nominate your favorites. I will consider reposting the most requested one or two. Please participate. I look forward to your insightful comments…

Anybody actually reading this?

bookends

When sudden blossoms wilt and fade, and springtime withers under desperate suns, the common man may notice a shift in temperature within…or…may picture the autumn a promising season, in light of that terrible sun. It is in these times that our common man, armed with umbrella and concealed laptop, spends his mornings walking to the train station, pricked by ordinary thoughts like the flowering roses along his route.

“Good morning, George.”

“Good morning, Albert.

And a lovely day it is, although George is wearing his bright red shirt again…the one with the ever present black-as-death tie…

“Would you say it is a good morning, then?”

“Oh, I would indeed.”

And rather than smile back, the taller man, his black tie all too short, clips a rose from a bush and holds it askew.

“Rather pretty thing, that.”

Rather pretty my donkey’s rear, it is as sad a rose as I have ever seen…

“Could be another hot one.”

My God the man is dense…Next thing- you know- he’ll be asking about the train: ‘Will you be going on the train this morning, Albert?’ Oh, what a tedious little man. A tedious big man. Well, you know what I mean, don’t you? Can you imagine this big lumux of a creature with that little wife of his?

“How is that wife of yours?”

The tall man raked his thinning hair.

“She’s asleep.”

I’d be asleep too- must be miserable being married to-

“I’ll tell her you were asking.”

“Thanks, George. Always nice to know someone is looking out for her.”

And with that our common man left his common neighbor to do some common gardening…while the sun rose ever higher, the maze of streets seemed longer, and our train started boarding at Gate 2.

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I have written this little fiction clip in response to a recent blog written by Java Girl-

landofblogging.wordpress.com.

It is only a beginning, and- in the sluggishness of my heat-drugged mind- not my best description (I feel like I am telling too much, not showing enough). Do you agree? What do you think? Please comment. Should I continue with it?

(I retain all rights- other than posting, quoting, and commenting- however humble this piece may become.)