9000 Words

  Photo credit: ( Scott Cain ) "Bewildered by your light" Written for Cheyenne At the Waters edge Where I, accustomed to a dabble Found water splashed on my face A wave from a depth bewildering my place Water in my hair Running down everywhere   I look for composure within   and realize I am not prepared to swim From water a fairness of aquamarine   Quite possibly more worthy than a dream Gave question of confidence beyond the shoal As I looked upon that destination before my soul

Photo credit:  Scott Cain  "St Patrick Stew" For Colin Happy St. Urho’s Day!   For my son, the recipe distilled from five other recipes. Hopefully he likes it. The venison from Robert Ruiz (AKA, Bobby Danger!). It had been in our freezer since 2022 and 2023 respectively.  Essentially all ingredients were what was on hand on this day. At the start of the day (8am), the meat was still frozen. so I added it to the slow cooker immediately, and covered it with the all the liquids required for the recipe. Once defrosted (10am), I added the remaining ingredients. Turing the cooker on high for one hour and then back to low for 7 hours. I estimate that all should be ready by 6pm. 2 tablespoon olive oil 1 pound venison cubed 1 pound ground venison 1/2 pound bacon (cut to squares)*cook separately and then add 1/4 cup all purpose flour Freshly ground salt and pepper 2 cups beer (Guinness) *one pint 2 shots whiskey (Old Grand Dad 115) 1 tablespoon Worcest...

  Photo credit:  Scott Cain  " cinderblock château" Written for all The cinderblock château Surrounded by snow Waits for consideration   In a moment of contemplation It’s purpose lost Among hills of frost Each drift on air slither Only to disappear and wither Their shared winter blue Blows snow on the insides too Amid the castle keep   And hearts that weep

  Photo credit:  Scott Cain  "Tacos today" An employee’s loyalty is tested when their employer does not pay them. They are sympathetic to the suffering as their boss endures to keep the business afloat. But they too struggle with their own needs. Especially the ones that conflict them.   Chapter 1 There were no trees at the corner of Third and Rose. Only a flat field of concrete where the old door factory had burned down. Weathered cement floors and foundation were all that remained. Weeds adorn in unappreciated flowers grew through the cracks where they could. The large urban plot blighted by its general lack of activity was a forgotten place. At its edge between the property and the sidewalk stood a chain link fence and a small hand painted sign. The diminutive little sign was about the size of a cereal box. Adorned in periwinkle with hand scripted white letters. A curios advertisement lost in the bright wide open space. Yet, the brilliant contrasting colors gave i...

Photo credit:  Scott Cain  " Frost on the inside" Written for all Every time they felt alone They looked at their phone Searching for a something funny   While some were making money They yearned for a connection   Scrolling in the same direction   Rolling optimism in to doom Had they become a buffoon Or simply lost their ability To enjoy the moment quietly