“No alien land in all the world has any deep strong charm for me but that one, no other land could so longingly and so beseechingly haunt me, sleeping and waking, through half a lifetime, as that one has done. Other things leave me, but it abides; other things change, but it remains the same. For me its balmy airs are always blowing, its summer seas flashing in the sun; the pulsing of its surfbeat is in my ear; I can see its garlanded crags, its leaping cascades,its plumy palms drowsing by the shore, its remote summits floating like islands…
Looking back on my life, I now realize how fortunate I was. I was raised in a rural setting and went to school in a two-story white wooden school house with a Bell Cote on top of the structure. The bottom of the school house held the first and second grades on the left and the third and fourth grades on the right. Upstairs were the fifth and sixth grades on the left and the seventh and eighth on the right. I would never experience the atmosphere of the seventh and eighth grade classrooms, for by the time I reached…
“Raindrops”, an illustration that I am using for my publication’s logo, 10" h x 12" w, colored pencil on paper, © 2020 by Chas Wyatt
You have stumbled across this publication somehow and are wondering what it is about. Mainly, it will be stories about my life experiences, although I will also throw in fictional stories from time to time and maybe poetry and prose, as the inclination and creative muse strikes.
To have a better understanding of the publication, therefore, I feel it is important to know something about the author of the publication. I am both, an artist…
She wore a faded denim jacket with a single blue rose embroidered on the back. Her dark raven tresses hung down covering one side of her face, peek-a-boo style like a Brunette Veronica Lake. I could tell from the black tank top protruding from underneath her jacket that she had an aversion to bras.
Her jeans clung to the curvature of her figure like an Anaconda coiling around the branches of a tree. The aroma that wafted through the air as she passed was an intoxicating and seductive mixture of opium and jasmine. On her feet she wore black velvet…
This is a Thank You Note to the people of the United States of America ~
Thank you for choosing love over hate; thank you for embracing the light over the darkness. Thank you for choosing Truth over deceit and lies. Thank you for realizing that life is a precious gift and that all lives matter. Thank you for using science to come to logical conclusions, rather than relying on rumours and unproven conjecture. Thank you for calling attention to injustices and once again embracing the concept of “Justice For All” . Thank you for letting your voices be heard…
“I would hurl words into the darkness and wait for an echo, and if no echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.” ~ Richard Wright, “American Hunger”, 1977.
The infinite period continues on through the void, the sentence has no ending and cannot be defined, or encapsulated in a world of conjecture, or logic. The verbs and adverbs rebel against grammarly perfectionism and cast asunder preconceived ideas and notions. The nouns and pronouns march against the vicissitudes…
Every time I turn around, there is another new publication dawning on Medium. I have wandered into a few and have had my stories, essays, or poems accepted at times. Sometimes not.
I do not recall the exact words in the invitation I received from Vaishali Paliwal when she asked me to join Soul & Sea. I was delighted that I had been asked, however, and submitted my short prose, “Two Moons” (which was originally published on Bebee, based in Madrid, Spain)~
‘Soul & Sea’ may be a small publication, but, I have grown fond of it. Although authors mainly…
Labor Day, 2020; high, dry winds blew into the state of Oregon. Most did not know what foreboding message they were sending. Perhaps we weren’t listening; or, perhaps we just didn’t hear. That night my power went out, or maybe it was shut-off by PGE; I’ve heard different stories. The powerful winds helped to ignite and spread wildfires all across the state. The next day there was a bank of black and red clouds hovering above the Cascades, not far away. They appeared like thunderheads, but, they contained no rain. It was just smoke.
In two days I would receive…
