Rob's Surf Report

Coming backovergrown and lorn —“you look rough”,this place says to me;but it hasn’t changed. Ha ha! I’m just crazy enough to come back again! Good news, everybody! I re-upped my WordPress kerjigger and kicked it in the hoo-hah. Told it to put on something pretty and now it’s looking a little bit cleaner, but all the stuff is in there somewhere . . . I just have to flip all the mattresses from…

Whiskey, wine and winning. I do them all in spades.

What relationships have a negative impact on you? Ha ha!!! I made it to 2023, and I can’t believe it! But seriously. Have we seen the prompt that WordPress has for us today? (In case you were wondering, it’s up there.) I grew up in a special sort of mindset. I thought that people were treating me bad. I had the mindset that I was being victimized. Picked on. Abused by others. I had no sense…

Crushing the music game: vinyl recordings FTW

Have you ever wondered why record players are still around? I remember growing up in the early 1980’s, and having record players and dozens of vinyl albums to listen to. Some were my parents’, some were my sister’s. Some may have been mine. But those vinyl records soon gave way to cassette tapes, and by the time I was a teenager CD’s were starting to proliferate. As I entered adulthood, digital…

Riddle: It starts with passion, but if you want it to last you have to work at it. Answer: any human endeavour.

Yesterday was nice. It was like any other day, and I made a conscious decision to take a break from blogging. I went down to Target to buy some mouthwash and walked around the mall looking for Harry Potter patches at the behest of the wife — our oldest daughter got a denim jacket and so the wife was thinking to make it even cooler, but at the end of the trip I decided that Harry Potter is just…

On this week's Saturday James, Rob takes an abrupt turn into . . . whatever this place is!

Back in the Golden Age of Rob’s Surf Report, Rob was bitten; not by a radioactive lobster, but by an idea to post a weekly article about a few songs that he really likes. There are so many possibilities that the series could go on forever, and so . . . Saturday Jams was born. Well. I don’t know how it is where you are in the world, but around here it feels like the blizzard has subsided. The…

Flamenca Friday — Tongues will wag!

Just try to rememberthat their words are just tools;neither build nor breakif not given such edgethat they’re spurring such fools. One thing I hope people never say about me is that I am — or was — a terrible person who is — or was — terrible to others. Not that I care so much what other people say or think about me. Neither do I put much stock in much of what others say about me; it’s a…

Tanka Thursday 2022.12.15 —

My mind floats terete,wrapped in a single surfaceof self-reflection:a flaky, birch bark conceit —a defense against the world.Poised as a floweron it’s electrical stem,blooming rather late,finds the source of its powera well of solemn rebate. Yesterday was the first day of my Christmas vacation. I thought this year I’d take the two days after Christmas off so that I could have a five-day stretch…

Talk is cheap, isn’t it?

Back in high school, I was a theater kid. I wasn’t much into sports (unless we’re talking Huey Lewis & The News,) and I wasn’t doing any extracurricular activities otherwise. Sometimes, I wasn’t even doing school — especially after falling in with the stoner crowd. By the end of Freshman year, I had gotten into the Spring musical: the Sound of Music. I was some walk-on Nazi hoser; but hey, it was…

Waka Wednesday – 2022.12.14

Silent, overblown . . .summer’s ashes fill the air.Soft light, piercing airfill this steely land of stone,frozen ghosts, and icy bones.

Today I want to spend a little time talking about "it".

Today I want to spend a little time talking about “it”. Of course I’m being vague; you may be wondering what “it” is. Some people love it. Some people hate it. Some hate it and they do it anyway. Some people can’t get enough of it. You can do it with your spouse, if they’re up for it. You can do it by yourself. You can do it in public, or you can do it in your secret hideout, like I do. Lots…

Envy is for Suckers.

I chose a hell of a time to come back . . . my subscription just re-upped on my domain (my choice). WordPress just started doing daily prompts again (a nice surprise). A friend of mine just got arrested for having an inappropriate relationship with one of his high schoool students (motherfucker what??) So when WordPress says “who do you envy?” My response is: Why should I envyWhen most everyone…

Ashes and vapor — when the worldrefuses to end,I’ll catch what remainsof color and light. For this is my way:surviving,building my fences,and always lookingfor my way back in. I sure hope everyone is enjoying the Summer, such as it is. I’m working on finding my way through some speedbumps in life, but otherwise clocking along. Maybe that’s just how we have to do it — cutting our losses and…

I hide poems behind clickable walls. Feel free to peek. #poem #poetry #poemaday #robssurfreport.com #writer #blog

The Internet is a swirling tempest,descending like a starving stump grinder;chips of truth and lies, jingoism and jesttwisting in trails of ticker tape reminders Machines making miracles manifestas realities resolutely remold;faded facades of fallacy attestthat stacks of souls have already been sold. So keep your wits — don’t be twits! Stay tuned,because a real world still waits in the wingsto…

It's all in how you frame it, or so the criminals say -- #poem #poetry #blog #writer #robssurfreport #haiku #tanka

It’s funny, how they spin —as if the sun wouldn’t shinethrough an open door;as if light won’t penetratethrough their cracked machination. Walls always crumble —whether by tide, time, or force —into shifting sand;wide open wildernessunfolding its Truth. We inherit ourselves. I guess this will be one of those days where I work on me and let the poetry stand by itself. Just give in to the light.

So much struggle to say something . . . to create something . . . Interesting #poem #poetry #cinquain #mirrored-cinquain #robssurfreport #writer #blog #mead #wine #homebrew

Listen:finding my earsbefore looking for wordsmeans a whole lot of not speakingmy mind,where my thoughts collect without form;dying unknown, alonein that umbralvacuum. I don’t know how some of you do it. Day after day, some writers come back and find something to say, something to share. I’m jealous. I often find myself apparently empty, without too much to say. Or somehow, perhaps I have too…

A haiku sonnet for the weekend -- #poem #poetry #haiku #sonnet #robssurfreport #poemaday #writer #blog

A solitaire calls:“that’s a wrap!”no stage fright afoot. Nobody‘s foolfearlessly facingits laden plate Nervous sweat falls asthe mourning do,their grief feeds the root. Fighting backthe impulse to wiltat this state Thriving as the living doSurviving as we fight too

I say it best when I say nothing at all. #poem #poetry #tanka #haiku #writer #blog #robssurfreport #poemaday #foursyllables

Searching for a pulseto elucidate eventsunfolding today.The charm of this noxious weedis an opportunity. Stamp it out,if we were able;is it hate,or is it a wishfor greater control? Fighting nature:one hand pounding,one hand reaping,one hand clapping . . .silence will falland weeds will thrive —never perfect,but running wildwith nature’s plan.Love will survive.