Something For Dessert

Rommel's tanks pound across the desert ticking up dust, blood and the smell of evil--the smell you get right before you know the apple pie is burnt.

In Europe the Red Baron organizes meetings with various potential sponsors taking advantage of the wartime economy to start a new business.

In the Pacific airplanes and warships work together to create a bloody stew of death, destruction, and the haunting of hopelessness.

In the forest a lady takes a walk. It is a nice day as she mumbles to herself crunching her feet back and forth.The water in a nearby stream falls over the rocks. Continually picking it self up and continuing on its merry way.

Meanwhile, our hero peels potatoes on the beach. He has been trained well and therefore no longer needs a table.

Soon the story will be cooking.

Life silently marches in the background a steady pace in time to keep yesterday’s moments stowed swiftly under feet.


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What:

The Rusty Sage Brush is a blog that attempts to take life and experience it like a child full wonder, questions, curiosity and play (with a special emphasis on play): a metaphorical dancing in the rain. To this end there will be words and at times, even, sentences. These objects will be organized into stories, poems, lists, and essays.

All pictures and posts are original except where quotations and other obvious exemptions exist. Therefore, all rights/permissions belong to the author.

Who:

Currently, the voices are limited and do not have any critical, creative, or useful writing skills, but as this is being published on the internet the writer does feel a little overqualified. The person behind this blog is named James. He lives to write, chase sunsets, listen to the stories around him, fix old cars that nobody else wants, bake bread, and tell jokes that cause mass suffering but for those few seconds each day when he can be serious what he really wants is to help people find meaning, learn to play and approach each day with love.

When:

As of this time there is no determined schedule. But I do hope you enjoy the random postings I do make as I develop a more steady schedule.

Why:

The Rusty Sage Brush wants to be the metaphorical little boy stamping in a mud puddle introducing play into world. So, quite simply, because my shoes are not muddy enough yet and no one has said I have to go inside yet.

I hope you enjoy.

James

Contact: about@rustysagebrush.org