THE FROG JOURNAL

Tag: coffee

  • Pocket wilderness conflict

    Pocket wilderness conflict The council was stymied. No decision had been reached in days, and it looked like today wasn’t going to be any different. Wally the weasel was upset and Sam the sloth was visibly rattled. The entire bunny community had walked out in protest. The squirrels had begun tossing nuts on the whole…

  • The Zippo Lighter and the Last Cigarette

    The Zippo lighter and the last cigarette. Six thirty in the morning, the coffee is fresh and hot from the pot. The zippo is on the table beside the cigarette. Taking a careful sip of the coffee, the cigarette comes next. When lit, a long pull of air inwards, then a long exhale. That’s it,…

  • Relinquish

    Relinquish Disconnected and knowing of rueNot a part of it with naught to doOnce innocent and whole, as if newRelinquish, with the feeling of blueA dream and yearning greatly thrivingSuddenly changed at pain arrivingLost, losing and not far from spentAnd so relinquish, the faith lentLone is standing and silent awaitsA familiar set that never hesitatesOnce…

  • The Troubled Toast

    The Troubled Toast This morning was a bust. Things were already runny because of the eggs. The grits were having none of it, and the bacon was just being crispy, at this point. The toast was troubled, and that was unusual. Always solid and put together, the toast was never flaky, but today the toast…

  • That’s How You Know It’s Working

    That’s How You Know It’s Working Got a scrape on my elbow yesterday. Nothing major, just a standard scrape. So, I decided to use that spray in the first aid kit, you know the one? The anti-bacterial it’s gonna sting like a bee spray? Did the spray, and it stung like a bee, and that’s…

  • Dr. Spurt strikes again

    Dr. Spurt strikes again Daniel has felt sleepy all day. It’s been one of those days already and it’s just mid afternoon. He hasn’t slept right since his experience at the strange clinic one week ago. Daniel pulls the car into a parking space close to the entrance of the store. The walk in would…

  • Hide and seek who’s it?

    Hide and seek who’s it? Not it! When was the last time those words were heard echoing across the yard? Those were the words that made ‘it’, out of whomever spoke them last. Sounds like either a game of tag, or a game of hide and seek. Now there’s a game worth playing, every one…