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The Honey Queen from Galway An exercise in Symbolism There is a fine seductive reasoning, and it appears as a form of mental sickness. Like the effects of too much of the juice of the barley, it leads men to sit around, confidently bumping their gums. In this type of closed mutual admiration society, there goes on a lot of virtue flaunting and preening. Where goes Ireland today? With many so-called Republicans calling for 'open borders' and 'Globalism' and apparently enamored with that dusty old fool, Karl Marx...? Let's look at the busy, hardworking honey bee Queen, that tended all her life to her busy hive in County Galway. Through storms and winters, through cold and drought. Fighting off thieves and raiders, she and her workers & drones protected the hive. The...
INTERMEZZO An interesting question may be as follows: "If Life for us humans is temporary and finite, then is this experience we are having just a mere intermezzo? An interlude? A pause?" And, leading on from that: "If so, then what are we pausing FOR?" If Life is the popcorn break, then what is the movie that's playing?  If Life is the anomaly,...
Photo by Francis Meyrick A Blip on the Radar Part 12:  No Man is an Island I have read stories and biographies that, in the final thrust, left me unable to identify, to connect, with the protagonist. It was as if the make-up team had been in. The dreaded publicist. Massaging the true writer away. With powder, and eye shadow, and a nip here, and a tuck there. Somehow, what...
my faithful old ride 'One-Four-Victor', subsequently destroyed in a crash, that killed the pilot... Living in a cubicle        We were flying along in a Bell helicopter,  quite happily, enjoying the strange magic of the African coastline, with a pale blue wintry sky. Cirrus clouds were weaving their thin, ephemeral presence at some dizzy...
The Lonely Butterfly (2) He was gone.  My little friend was gone. The lonely butterfly had disappeared into the dark gloom of a forgotten hallway.. I leaned back against the rusted, worn railings of my tired sanity.   So what, I asked myself, had struck me so powerfully about what I had just witnessed? What was the butterfly to me? An image, a symbol, a prophesy,...
The lonely butterfly (Part 1) The lonely butterfly (Part 1) (the muse of inspiration touches a writer's weary soul in the strangest of places...) I watched him, sadly. It couldn't be much fun for him. He was lost, obviously. Out here was no place for a little blue-and-black butterfly. We were a hundred miles offshore, in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico. On a long since...
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I'm real relieved that "Moggy's Tuna Manual" is finally published, and here is the link: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/588931 Unlike the other series, "Blip on the Radar" and...
Posted 6/10/2013      Kentucky Fried God - New Cyberportal One of the issues we ran into, as the site grew steadily bigger, was the fact that people would say they were visiting for the...
    Posted 6/10/2013      WWW.HELISTORIAS.COM I have received a lot of interest over the years from Spanish speaking helicopter pilots, who expressed a wish to read our stories in...
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