Archive for January, 2011

January 18, 2011

just over 100 words

by jhon baker
2am – corner diner and closing the joint.

Mark sat up slowly, eyes closed, to sip off his coffee. Once erect he opens his eyes, parted slightly, and sips while breathing through his nose and mouth, for the cooling effect.
“Is there anything on your mind, darling?” he asks
Janie shrugs her shoulders and looks off to her left. Her right hand firmly gripping her mug, a cigarette burning, ignored, in the ashtray.
Mark slides back down to prone in the booth seat. Breathing a heavy sigh as he mentally notes,
‘well, then it’s nothing’.
It’s been a long day and tomorrow is going to start with a hell of a hangover.
 – Hoc Scripsi
January 17, 2011

American Balls

by jhon baker

American Balls debuts today with an article written by yours truly. It is an expansion of my Huck Finn commentary. The site is not intended for an audience of the sensitive or under 18 – so be warned.
To go directly to my article click this.
The original commentary may be found here.

As the future progresses there will be more articles on freedom, second amendment, fifth amendment and other constitutional forays – including the occasional fiction piece. Currently I am working on a second amendment article, should be interesting.

Other contributors on the site are…

Brent Allard
Jack Dollar (editor as well)
Mr. C.C.
Rebecca Fitkin-Jones
Mick Parsons
F.N. Wright

January 16, 2011

while in a diner some months ago

by jhon baker

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late or early

 

some people are indifferent

to the early morning hours

classifications.

 

but, we’re singing.

singing!

serenading the stars,

wooing the moon;

without sleep or

the song

            of song birds.

only the chatter of

            nocturnal

               animals and

            feet

shuffling along the

            ground.

regardless of it being

early or late.

 – Hoc Scripsi 
recently there was a poem of mine in Madswirl and if you haven’t been there to check it out – Go Now! Second from the bottom –       
January 15, 2011

by jhon baker

coloring the world

one crayola box at a time

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