Spencer Brockley
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Bird Calls
Songs well before dawn make me wonder So intense For food or mating or both There seems to be a dominant energy chaotic intentions From my view… my ears Is there an analogy? Like the human drive but who’s the… Continue reading
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Deep Night
when we sense the immensity of the Universe ourselves are lost emptiness gained stars are understood darkness is a friend silence is freedom memories are alive painful events disappear new ideas emerge in the deep night Continue reading
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Death by Golfcart
Part One: Golf (Cart) Mania A fictional account: No relation to reality… The professional had been retired for more than a decade. He had been on his own personal golf course for the previous twelve hours with various friends. Deeper… Continue reading
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My Last Christmas
The Tree (Somewhere in Thailand) Now that I’m going to the heavenly sphere from a christmas tree wire a little too near the shock was instant then the heart clock stopped then the body went cold It was then that… Continue reading
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Sounds All Around
The Beauty of Sound Nature or Human Here in Vibrations And chance and circumstance we listen and receive a million messages swimming in air When we were young We knew this miracle Slowly we forgot Magnificence But never lost love… Continue reading
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The Girl from the Sea
The Girl Who Emerged From the Sea Broke my heart not because I was Star-eyed and naive The girl who made me mad in love Was always just Around the corner The girl who ruined her mind was my neighbor… Continue reading
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Dodge a Bullet
Last wonders are bestExperienced around youTo dodge a bullet The marksman must fail even by millimeters small gesturesacross a centuryyou could meetyour past so quickly something in yourshoe a stone notso innocent Pure loverbeautiful lifelive in expectationdon’t forgetthe river that… Continue reading
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Lake 11
The Other Shore ~ PART TWO CHAPTER ELEVEN “Love is a Beautiful Reflection” T.S. Brock What we think we see may be an illusion. Everything may or may not look better from another point of view. As the sisters fished… Continue reading
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Misdemeanors in Language
Quotations Out of Context Ray Bradbury and Gene Roddenberry ~ Two Fantastic Writers Quote One ~ Ray Bradbury ~ Review in print November 1979 It looks like a dream book. Then you suddenly remember it’s all real. Then the long march from the… Continue reading
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List of Posts
You can access all posts in the categories on the left. The first example will appear on screen and the links to the same topic will appear at the bottom of the scroll: Both are tangled and shoud be discarded… Continue reading
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Poetry One ~ Japan
Poetry One T S Brock We had been living in Tokyo, but we ventured to other countries 2 or 3 times a year… Money was good… In Japan, near Tokyo, every chance that chance gave us… Well… We often wandered… Continue reading
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Beautiful Monday
Chapter One Smoking cigarettes is really bad in a good way… and drinking… but maybe there are benefits… I believe Florida is a good place to die. October 20 1969 Jack, the old writer, can be seen clacking away on… Continue reading
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Melodic Poetry from the Out Post
Imagine music and the history of our existence are inseparable. Have you ever seen a “Sky Saw” click ? My guess is that is lightning… Sometimes a walk along the beach gives you comfort Take care… and care for others… Continue reading
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The Shack
The Shack Living in the shack wasn’t as bad as all that. We had indoor plumbing. And the hole went down to infinity as far as I know. We were illuminated by a microwave oven hooked up to solar panels.… Continue reading
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Humbird Essays
Prelude: Poetry and Lyrics Memory, Reflection, Imagination, Biographs, and other Expressions… Lyrics and Poetry: Lost Companions ~ Prelude Where do lyrics and poetry meet? They are the same in the medium of message. Poets and musicians suggest language can change… Continue reading
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John Wayne’s Horses
Waynes horses ran away and returned to the place from whence they were captured There were cultures living on the lands you call ari zona long before the movies believe it or not animals know where their homes are and… Continue reading
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Short (short) Stories
This genre may be considered a short-short story or if you prefer, a “vignette” in the elegant, distant, surreal French tradition. Here, It’s a fictional post (versus an essay, poem, partial novel, or diatribe). It’s meant to be enjoyed, like… Continue reading
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Bee and Jo
“Upon the Rubble of Life begins more rubble.” T.S. Brock Bee was a recycler from Seoul, South Korea. In the West, he would be equivalent to the scavenger of aluminum cans and the like, but here in the wild, wild… Continue reading
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The Jackhammer
Land of the Morning Calm The jackhammer began its insane choppy drone at eight am on Sunday morning. What a relief. On Saturday, it was seven am. Now coffee. Now tolerance. And this is the ‘Land of the Morning Calm’.… Continue reading
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The Gambling Den
There is no such thing as paranoia. Your worst fears can come true at any moment. That’s Hunter S. Thompson. He may well have been a gambler and for all I know he may well have stayed in this very… Continue reading
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Lost Images ~ Lost Pages ~ Lost Site
10 photos for 10 chapters Continue reading
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Poetry Six ~ Love
Personal Angels Why wouldn’t everyonehave their own majestic angelwatching over themas they walk down the street Even junkies could havea regal appearance andoutlook to future endeavorsimagining every momentin dreams under a rainbow Or the Wall Street crowdcould have longer lunchesand… Continue reading
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Poetry Five ~ Longing
“On the Sea, we review our views of life.” T.S. Brock Painting by Franz Kupka… “The Wave” Paris 1902 in the “Symbolist Tradition” and why not… The painting clearly symbolizes a woman taking on a wave… A woman taking her… Continue reading
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Poetry Four ~ Our Universe
Poem One: The Moon and You The comforting glow Of the moon Is really the reflection Of fire From the sun During the day A collection of celestial Snowflakes out of place Unnoticed looked at In disbelief At night an… Continue reading
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Poetry Three ~
Reconcile the Morning POEM ONE Reconcile the Mornining Night is Fantastic Morning is beautiful birds before dawn sing their songsto make their foodappear to them from the soiland to make delicate flight like magicians navigating the sky landing with care to… Continue reading
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Poetry Two ~ Dark Poets
Edgar Allen Poe link: Ed Poe Poem 1 Ed Poe Wheredid you goHow did youpass yourfinal days I guess youwere bit in thetoe by a rabid dog the crazed bastardfrothing andgrowling and pacingthe streetsas you woke in a dazeIn the early… Continue reading
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Poetry One ~ Japan Life
Poetry One T S Brock We had been living in Tokyo, but we ventured to other countries 2 or 3 times a year… Money was good… In Japan, near Tokyo, every chance that chance gave us… Well… We often wandered… Continue reading
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Lake 1
~ T S Brock ~ A Novel ~ CHAPTER ONE Some days are better than others. And some days are strange. Karen Wellington was baking two loaves of bread while having her morning coffee. She preferred to be naked after… Continue reading
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Lake 2
T S Brock Chapter Two CHAPTER TWO Audrey pulled her battered buffalo-skin suitcase by its strap from the silver winged storage compartment into the shade of the Greyhound bus. It tumbled onto the street then slumped on her shoes.… Continue reading
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Lake 3
T S Brock Chapter Three CHAPTER THREE They went down the street to the center of town, less than a five-minute drive, and parked in front of a grocery store. There was a sturdy wooden stairway diagonal against the… Continue reading
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Lake 4
T S Brock Chapter Four CHAPTER FOUR Audrey dragged her buffalo skin suitcase up the steps like a hunter. Naomi opened the door with a skeleton key. There was sunshine everywhere, the kitchen was immaculate, and the furniture was… Continue reading
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Lake 5
T S brock Chapter Five CHAPTER FIVE The county courthouse perches like a recovered spaceship spank central on the town square. A large green-lacquered canon from the War is the obvious monument outside the halls of justice. Often mounted by… Continue reading
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Lake 6
T S Brock A Novel CHAPTER SIX It’s Sunday Morning at the Mercury Café. The décor could be described as a monumental wooden quilt bonanza. Black walnut shines with wave-like rings on the endless booze-stained bar. There’s knotty pine… Continue reading
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Lake 7
T S Brock A novel CHAPTER SEVEN “O.K., O.K., you can have the damn pie. I’ll have the pancakes, and don’t be shy about the butter and syrup, Lisa.” Norma insists. “Let’s get started.” Audrey says taking a… Continue reading
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Lake 8
T S brock Chapter Eight CHAPTER EIGHT Just as the discussion was about to heat up, the screen door squeaked open and in walked a stick figure of a man. He fashioned clean tan slacks and matching shirt with embroidered… Continue reading
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Lake 9
T S Brock Chapter NINE CHAPTER NINE It was the last Saturday in August perfectly noon. The Lake House Bar had just opened as usual. Albert Strongbow was at the end of the bar reading a book folded out… Continue reading
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Lake 10
T S Brock Chapter Ten CHAPTER TEN The rally was to begin at 3 pm. From late morning, people began to wander into the Lake House. In the style of a chateau, this large elegant mostly wooden structure served… Continue reading




















