Jot

Daisy Ms. Mayhem awoke a-groggy a bit, and looked a-round, found her familiar friend, Tom sir Foolery asleep aside on another tableau. She shook aside the chill, almost thrill, cold of cryo-storage-sleep. Tom, he sat a sharp sit-up, shivvvvvvvered fit to shake apart, flooped himself right down to the ground. Took a spill, long left alone legs wobbled like lime jello, jiggled wiggled, fell. Miss Daisy she laughed something fierce, but her flippin feet twitched (beat), flipped and flopped, wished… Continue

Note that although I am usually a 6-Nazi, meaning that I always tried to keep my posts strictly six sentences only, since it has been a while, I am throwing that to the wind for this particular post...

Of course, as a relatively "new" dad (my son is only 13 months old, after all), I find most experiences that many parents would find mundane, to be exhilarating, amazing, surprising, and so on. It occurred to me the other day, that being a parent, for many, is one of the most amazingly spe… Continue

Jazz is not music ... example of improper usage: "I just listened to some great jazz."

Jazz is a state of being ... example: "Man, I am so Jazz right now."

Jazz is a feeling; an impression; molten aliveness that electrocutes itself injects itself into your veins and throbs like a heartbeat not your own. Jazz is something that happens to you; that you happen to; it dances with your soul on a hot tin roof; it melts in your mouth, not in your MP3 player; it slides into your mind like cold feet sl… Continue

For those who are not on my Message list; the writing competition I entered finally put my story up!

It is titled "Elite Unit," and is under the name John Stapleton. You can find it here.

Please peruse the selections and while you should definitely vote your conscience, I would greatly appreciate your vote!!

Thanks very much!!!

~Jot

Thank you, son, for sleeping through the night last night (despite a remarkably wet diaper...)
Thank you, sun, moon, stars, air, earth, and weather man, for the most beautiful morning I've seen in months.
Thank you, my dearest love, for waking up next to me this morning; beautiful and wonderful as ever.
"Thank God It's Friday."
Thank you, for reading this despite my long abscence.