Posts Tagged ‘men and women’

What do Dick Francis and C.S. Lewis have in common?  On the surface, other than both being English writers, not much.  Dick Francis wrote mysteries that all in some way deal with horses, even peripherally, which makes sense, as he was a jockey and one good enough to be the Queen’s jockey.  C.S. Lewis’ books are nothing like that and as far as I know, he had nothing to do with horses.  I enjoy books by both, but you’ll never confuse which author wrote which books.

But one thing both of them had in common was the idea that men should be men.  While re-reading some of Francis’ books, I came across this, which touches on something I’ve been thinking about quite a lot these days: the discouragement and death of independence and risk-taking (even in very small degrees), especially for boys and men, and the emasculation of men that’s going on in our country (and likely in many other as well.)  Note that this was from a book written in 1966.  I doubt things have improved in England; I know they have in the States. (more…)

Here’s a short story that I wrote for an online competition.  The prompt was a beautiful photo of a sunset over a lake and the story had to be 194 words (or thereabouts) or less.  I didn’t win.  In fact, I didn’t even place.  But I still like the story and of course I hope you do, too. (more…)

Flirting fairies. Phantasmagorical forays.  Fabulous photos.  Frazzled folks in foggy fields.
Fearsome fellows and fearful filles. Frantic feelings fueling furtive fumblings.  Frenzied freaks.
Friction and fury.  Freezing flesh and phalanges.  Fair friends and foul fiends.  Funky fungus.  Frightening funiculars.
Phony philologists and flippant phantasms.  Frankenstein festival.
Farcical foursomes.  Fossilized fanatics.

Philosophical fracking.

Friday Fictioneers.



(I’ll be traveling Thursday but know that I look forward to reading every story when I get off the road.)

Home-made Car


Dubbed “Flower Power” (he mentally prefaced “flower” with “de”), the car was staged in the garage as if at the drive-in: theater-sized TV, food, plenty of booze, popcorn.  Girls loved it…and he looooooved lovin’ the girls!

Reaching toward tonight’s conquest-in-waiting, he slipped smoothly into his practiced routine. Lust turned to shock when the steering wheel shot out, trapping him, the seat belt snaking around him.  Her kiss left him, literally, speechless.  Starting the car as she climbed out, she cocked an eyebrow and queried, “Ever hear of Morgan le Fay?  Distant relative.”

The garage door rolled inexorably down behind her.

(To read all the stories, click on the little guy above and then on the individual links you’ll find.)

This morning while walking around the lake, I was thinking about the characteristics of real men, thoughts stemming from an article Bill read to me this morning about the epidemic of rapes in India,, containing horrific statistics and stories.

Therefore, the first two on my admittedly both unfinished and personal list are these:

Real men don’t commit rape.
Real men stand against rape. (more…)

Another bit of poetry from days gone by… (more…)