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Similes and Metaphors and Stuff like That
Similes and Metaphors and Stuff like That
Similes rolled off her tongue, she couldn’t help it. She was a Valley Girl. Deep in the Valley where gold grass is rolled and the kids float higher than the trees.
He was more into metaphors. OK, perhaps just lies but being Stanford literate he was pretty good at obfuscation, and alliteration, and self-delusion too.
An unlikely couple in a likely setting; Central California, hey, hey, the bay by Monterey. The King’s Hill. Lover’s Point Park … in the dark.
She wondered what their child might be like, if it came to that. A porpoise flew by, winked (or seemed to) and smiled.
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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2017; all rights reserved
Cards on the Table, Divorce, American Style
Cards on the Table, Divorce, American Style
In the winds I hear Murphy, in a wonderful mood, whispering seductively:
“Isn’t it time to realize the dream some Founders shared, of a league of independent republics? After all, the discipline imposed on rebellious states after the Civil War has run its course and there are now serious efforts to overthrow the federation’s duly elected government. Why not a federation of three Pacific States in the West and another with New England and New York in the East with the rest remaining as they are, army, air force, navy and all?”
Hmmm, where would the two new capitals be? And would there really be a league? And what about Key West? What would the flags look like and would there be seats in the UN for all three?
Is Murphy always wrong?
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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2017; all rights reserved
I Wonder if Chocolates Will Work
I Wonder if Chocolates Will Work
Feed a cold, starve a fever; or is it starve a fever feed a cold, or feed a cold starve a cold or feed a fever, starve a fever.
Oh, Damn!!! Just confuse the Hell out of them! That’s what K’ung-fu-tzu would do, or at least that sounds right.
But
My nose is stuffed and leaking like a broken spigot, my eyes are burning, I’m burning. Pills all over the place not doing anything, my cracked nose is about to fall off, I’m drowning in liquids, my room’s mess.
Feed a cold, starve a fever; or is it starve a fever feed a cold, or feed a cold starve a cold or feed a fever, starve a fever. Oh, Damn!!!
Chicken soup, oh yeah, chicken soup; but I hate chicken. I wonder if chocolates will work?
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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2017; all rights reserved
The Grand Hyperbole 2016
The Grand Hyperbole (pronounced Hyper Bowl)
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Cycles in Shades of Blue
Cycles in Shades of Blue Continue reading
Drats!!
Drats!!
Titania is not Tatiana, oh my!
A world view changes, I wonder just how much. Perhaps only as much as the wafting mini-breeze made by that infamous butterfly’s wing in Brazil, but then, as I recall, that led to a hurricane somewhere some time; or that nail missing from a horse’s shoe that lost a battle and changed the world, although, of course, everything always changes the world somewhat. I assume that’s progress although logically it might also be regress, or perhaps, even egress; what a mess.
I wonder if Oberon knows.
I assume Shakespeare is aware, he must have known all along, about Titania and the butterfly’s wafting wing and the missing horseshoe nail and the fate of the world and things such as that.
Titania is not Tatiana, oh my!
I wonder if Tatiana knows? Of course, there are a great many Tatianas, I’ve known a few, even secretly lusted after one or two. Perhaps even three but not more. They were usually unaware of Shakespeare or Oberon until I brought them to their attention. And of course, I told them about Puck as well, and about midsummers’ eves, and equinoxes and solstices.
But now, … what?
Should I advise them of my mistake? Can I hope to find them all? And if I do, will I be on time? And if I don’t, will there be consequences? There usually are. Will they too change the world, like the butterfly’s wafting wing and the missing horseshoe nail? And what of my errant long lost lust? Contained so far I’m glad to say, but what if it should now finally be set free? And if freed, who’s to say it won’t start seeking out several Claudias I once knew, a few too many Dianas, several Julias and one Marina too few?
A world view changes, I wonder just how much. Perhaps only as much as the wafting mini-breeze made by that infamous butterfly’s wing in Brazil, but then, as I recall, that led to a hurricane somewhere some time; or that nail missing from a horse’s shoe that lost a battle and changed the world, although, of course, everything always changes the world somewhat. I assume that’s progress although logically it might also be regress, or perhaps, even egress; what a mess.
Titania is not Tatiana, oh my!
Drats!!
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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2017; all rights reserved
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